Fluella

I dare say I can get things done by lunch-time; then I'll drive over the Fluella.

The Dark Tower Phyllis Bottome 1923

Fluella looked at Claud as if he was the one to answer the question, and he accordingly remarked:

Gaut Gurley D. P. Thompson 1831

This was the unaccountable absence of Fluella, who, without apprising her father of her intentions, had secretly left home several days before.

Gaut Gurley D. P. Thompson 1831

Samson Occom, the noted Indian preacher of the times of the Pilgrims; in the eloquent Ojibway chief of our own times, and a few others; as well as in the person we have already introduced into this work, the intelligent and beautiful Fluella.

Gaut Gurley D. P. Thompson 1831

"Fluella, my fair young friend," said the hunter, taking a long breath, and respectfully turning to the rescued girl, as the party stepped on to the dry beach, "I have not often -- no, never -- felt more rejoiced than now, in seeing you stand here in safety."

Gaut Gurley D. P. Thompson 1831

The amazed dreamer then turned to his deliverer, who had been transformed into the beauteous Fluella, whose image, he was conscious, was no longer a stranger among the lurking inmates of his heart.

Gaut Gurley D. P. Thompson 1831

"Come, come, Fluella, don't shake my arm off, nor bother me now with questions," laughingly said the gentleman, thus affectionately beset, as he pulled the joyous girl along towards the spot where the wondering Mrs. Elwood and her son were standing.

Gaut Gurley D. P. Thompson 1831

"No ceremony!" she said, in tones of unnatural calmness, with a forbidding gesture to Claud, who, while Fluella was instinctively shrinking to the side of the more unmoved but still evidently disturbed Mrs. Elwood, had advanced a step for a respectful greeting.

Gaut Gurley D. P. Thompson 1831

"Fluella, sir; and this lady at my side is Mrs. Mark Elwood, who comes only as my friend."

Gaut Gurley D. P. Thompson 1831

There _was_ such a heart; and that heart was now wildly beating, in the agonizing uncertainties of a hoped reciprocation, in the bosom of that peerless child of the forest, the beautiful Fluella; and all the more intense were its workings, because confined to its own deep recesses, where the hidden flame was laboring constantly for an outlet to its pride-walled prison, but as constantly shrinking in terror from the disclosure.

Gaut Gurley D. P. Thompson 1831