And—I have something to tell you, jacinth,' was the gracious reply.
So jacinth took up the story again, and related all that had happened.
Frances looked quite as distressed as jacinth could have expected—or more so.
And her interest in you children, jacinth especially, has nothing to do with our side.
Nevertheless the tears were many and bitter which jacinth shed when the last night of their stay at Robin Redbreast came.
And jacinth is always rather down upon me for talking too much.
But jacinth looked a little grave; she could not quite 'make out' her mother.
Frances murmured something about 'thinking jacinth was vexed with her.'
In sunsets caught In tinted tapestries, with jacinth heart Gold-bleeding through the woven breath of dream.
She glanced up at jacinth, and saw that her face was very grave.