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Christine dressed herself splendidly, and after breakfast we left P . We reached Venice in four hours.
Suppose he took three hundred dollars of the five thousand dollars: that would leave four thousand seven hundred dollars for his sister. He could go away south with Christine, and could live on five or six hundred dollars a year; then he'd be fit for something. He could go to work. He could join the Militia, if necessary. Anyhow, he could get something to do when he got well.
The day after Christine had vanished before his eyes in a sort of dazzlement that still made him doubt the evidence of his senses, M. le Vicomte de Chagny called to inquire at Mamma Valerius'. He came upon a charming picture. Christine herself was seated by the bedside of the old lady, who was sitting up against the pillows, knitting. The pink and white had returned to the young girl's cheeks.
He moved over to Christine's small writing-table and, seating himself, proceeded to write out the directions for reaching Hillfoot. Behind him, Christine had taken his place on the hearth-rug and stood watching his head in the light of the desk-lamp. "What a strong, quiet face it is," she thought.
She found Bruce and Ellen with John and her mother in the kitchen eating scones and drinking buttermilk. No one remarked her entrance except that her mother, looking over her shoulder asked, "Where's your brother, Christine?" "He's gone off with some one else's sister," answered Christina trying to speak carelessly.
She, at least, had never outgrown the old days; to her they would always be the most wonderful of her whole life. "And what are we going to do this afternoon?" Mrs. Wyatt asked when lunch was ended. "Anything you like," said Jimmy. "I am entirely at your disposal." "Mother always likes a nap after lunch," said Christine laughing. "She never will stir till she has had it."
Then, in quick and natural transition, his mind reverted to Christine Ludolph; and the thought of her face, which God had fashioned so fair, but which was already sadly marred by sin, becoming fixed and rigid in pride and selfishness, was as painful as if, according to an old legend, her lithe, active form should gradually turn to stone.
Anne walked in silence; Phil chattered of many things. Suddenly she said, "I heard today that Gilbert Blythe's engagement to Christine Stuart was to be announced as soon as Convocation was over. Did you hear anything of it?" "No," said Anne. "I think it's true," said Phil lightly. Anne did not speak. In the darkness she felt her face burning.
Goulden, thanks for Mr. Jacob, you know that he lost Mademoiselle Christine last week." "What! Mademoiselle Christine?" "Yes, indeed?" "What a misfortune! but we must remember that we are all mortal!" "Yes, Mr. Goulden, and when one is so fortunate as to receive the holy consolations of the Church." "Certainly certainly, that is the principal thing."
Fleet from his superior knowledge and long experience can settle this question," said Christine, sarcastically. All eyes were turned toward him. He flushed painfully, but said nothing. "Speak up," said Mr. Ludolph, good-naturedly, "if you have any opinion to give." "I would not presume to give my opinion among so many more competent judges." "Come, Mr.
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