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A feverish anxiety attended her every action in that direction. There was no moment of deliberation, no interval of repose between the thought and its fulfillment. Early upon the morning following those hours passed in Arobin's society, Edna set about securing her new abode and hurrying her arrangements for occupying it.
"Then what do you think we ought to do?" "I am not sure. I shall have to think it over. In the meantime by all means start your club. Where is Celia?" "She went out with the boys to look at the new pigeons, but I wanted to see you first." Edna enjoyed the prospect of chicken and waffles too much to long too ardently for the next day.
Then the tardy bell rang and Miss Brown began roll call. "Anna Boguslawsky," came her clear, even tones as the "B" names were reached. Hardly had Anna's timid "Here" reached her ears than a series of subdued cluckings came from some small boy's throat. She rapped for order and went on. "Edna Bowman." "Clu-wawk, clu-wawk," repeated the offender.
Edna did not appear to have recovered herself; she took very little notice of anybody, and received her fiancé's attention rather ungraciously. Bessie thought she looked as though she had not slept well; her eyes had a heavy look in them, as though her head ached. Bessie had her ride directly afterward, and as Richard assisted her to mount, Mr. Sinclair stood on the steps and watched them.
Edna sat silent for some time, with her slender hands folded on her lap, and the pastor heard her softly repeating, as if to her own soul, those lines on "Life": "A cry between the silences, A shadow-birth of clouds at strife With sunshine on the hills of life; Between the cradle and the shroud, A meteor's flight from cloud to cloud!" Several hours later, when Mr.
"As I say!" exclaimed Larcher. "I don't say it's bad at all. It's your own imagination, Edna, your sudden and sensational imagination. There's no occasion for alarm, Miss Kenby. Men often, as Edna says " "But I must make sure," interrupted Florence. "If anything is wrong, we're losing time. He must be sought for the police must be notified." "His landlady a very good woman, her name is Mrs.
"If only Miss Eloise could be here to see us," said Edna as she peeped from behind the leafy screen which hid the flower fairies from view. Dorothy was peeping, too, and presently she exclaimed, "She is here! Oh, Edna, she is here! See, they are bringing her now!" And sure enough, there in her wheeled chair was Miss Eloise, her lovely face all smiles as her sister and Mr.
Sylvia was reticent even in the presence of Edna Derwent, and this silence could not proceed from snobbishness; moreover, her spirits rose after the departure of the Boston girl, and Mrs. Lem decided that Thinkright's guest was, in spite of her slim height and the dignity of her black garments, only a shy girl who needed encouraging.
The house was empty. But he had scrawled on a piece of paper that lay in the lamplight: "I love you. Good-by because I love you." Edna grew faint when she read the words. She went and sat on the sofa. Then she stretched herself out there, never uttering a sound. She did not sleep. She did not go to bed. The lamp sputtered and went out.
In a twinkling he seemed to realise the situation, wheeled, and galloped down the bank at an angle calculated to make it easier for him to get within reach of Edna's horse. Then I saw it was Tom, and he must have guessed that it was Edna ahead of him, in a position of direst peril. How we had all become separated I could not guess, and there was no time to wonder now.
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