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'So kind, added Averil, 'not to be vexed, though he dreaded our meeting so much; and you see I could not grieve him by making a fuss. But this is nice! she added, with a sigh going far beyond the effect of the homely word. 'You are better. Ella said so. 'I am feeling well to-night. Come, let me look at you, and learn your face.
It was so exactly the ordinary second-rate American style, that Averil, who had expected something more in accordance with the refinement of everything about Cora, except a few of her tones, was a little disappointed, and responded with difficulty; then, while Mr. Muller greeted her sisters, she hastily laid her hand on Henry's arm, and said, under her breath, 'I've a letter from him.
"Is your life more valuable now than it was a few months ago?" enquired Carlyon, in a casual tone. "Yes," said Derrick shorty. "Has Averil accepted you?" Carlyon asked him point-blank. "Yes," said Derrick again. There was a momentary pause. Then: "Permit me to offer my felicitations!" said Carlyon, through a haze of tobacco-smoke. Derrick started as if stung.
"MAKE them do as you want them to," she said. "I can't," mourned Anne. "Averil is such an unmanageable heroine. She WILL do and say things I never meant her to. Then that spoils everything that went before and I have to write it all over again." Finally, however, the story was finished, and Anne read it to Diana in the seclusion of the porch gable.
Averil moved petulantly; but the soft warm stream was so grateful to her burning brow, that she could not resist; she put her head back, and submitted like a child to have her face bathed, saying, 'Thank you. Mary then begged to remove her tight heavy dress, and make her comfortable in her dressing-gown. 'Oh, I can't! Then I could not go back.
There were a few patches of corn, a few squalid-looking log or frame houses, a tract of horrible dreary blackness; and still more horrible, beyond it was a region of spectres trees white and stripped bare, lifting their dead arms like things blasted. Averil cried out in indignant horror, 'Who has done this? 'We have, answered Mordaunt.
Here, too, Averil was of the same mind. She had heard Tom May observe that his sister Gertrude would play quite well enough for a lady; for the mission of a lady's music was to put one to sleep at home, and cover conversation at a party; as to the rest unprofessionals were a mistake! After that, the civil speeches with which Tom would approach the piano only added insult to injury.
She and her husband have been disappointed several times about coming home, and it is still uncertain when they will manage it. She wants to see me before I marry and settle down, she says." "And you want to go?" "Of course I do," said Averil, with enthusiasm. "It has always been a standing promise that I should go some day." "And what does Derrick say to it?" "Oh, Dick!
Averil thought she could not respect a brother whose displeasure was manifested by petulance, not sternness, and who cared not only about his dinner, but about the tidy appearance of the drawing-room nay, who called that tasty which she thought vulgar, made things stiff where she meant them to be easy and elegant, and prepared the place to be the butt of Tom May's satire.
You thought it beastly selfish of me to go. But it hasn't been such fun, after all. All the weeks I was in hospital I felt sick for the sight of you. It was worse than starvation. Can't you see what it is to me? Can't you see that I I worship you?" "My dear Dick!" Averil put her hands into his, but her gesture was one of restraint. "You mustn't talk so wildly," she said.
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