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I think you can manage to carry it all right, can't you, Charley? 'I think I'd better carry it myself, said Elsie. 'Charley's SO careless, he's sure to lose some of them. 'I ain't no more careless than you are, cried Charley, indignantly. 'What about the time you dropped the quarter of butter you was sent for in the mud?
The Doctor answered her by silence and a look of grave assent. He had never chosen to let Old Sophy dwell upon these matters, for obvious reasons. The girl must not grow up haunted by perpetual fears and prophecies, if it were possible to prevent it. "Well, how has Elsie seemed of late?" he said, after this brief pause. The old woman shook her head.
But it was not because you were afraid to die, you said so, Jacqueline." "I don't know," was the answer, sadly spoken, "Don't remind me of things I have said. I seem to have lost myself." The voice and the words were effectual, if they were intended as an appeal to Elsie.
The woman he recognized with confusion as Elsie April, whom he had not seen alone since the Azure Society's night. "What are you doing out here, Mr. Machin?" she greeted him with pleasant composure. "I'm thinking," said he. "It's going splendidly," she remarked. "Really!... I'm just running round to the stage-door to meet dear Rose as she comes off. What a delightful woman your wife is!
"Thirty pounds a year to begin with," said Jane, half aloud; "250 pounds after seventeen years' work. Very sweet all one's own earning. I am not afraid, only let Elsie keep up heart." "I cannot," said Elsie; "I'll be dead long before seventeen years are over." "I will take good care of you," said Jane.
How is your head? Lie still; don't try to talk." Elsie smiled, patted her mother's hand, and closed her narrow, sweet, sleepy blue eyes. Mrs. Valentin never looked at them, when her mind was at rest, without wishing they were a trifle larger wider open, rather. The eyes were large enough, but the lazy lids shut them in. They saw a good deal, however.
Its unnecessary bigness represented an old impulse in men. Elsie felt that. At the east side there was a door leading to a stairway that ran into the upper part of the house that was kept locked. Two or three stone steps led up to it. Elsie could sit on the top step with her back against the door and gaze into the distance without being disturbed.
Please forgive me." "It's not me," she answered. "You didn't hurt me. I didn't mind it." "Oh, Elsie! I struck you with that horrid snowball." "It was only on the back of my neck. It didn't hurt me much. It only frightened me." "I didn't know it was you. If I had known, I am sure I shouldn't have done it. But it was wicked and contemptible anyhow, to any girl."
Only Elsie remained of the rude, demoralized girls whom she had found in the castle, and their successors, though dull and uncouth, were meek and manageable; the men of the castle had all, except Matz, been always devoted to the Frau Christina; and Matz, to her great relief, ran away so soon as he found that decency and honesty were to be the rule.
The thick smoke of smouldering peat-fires came from the low chimneys, and drifted across the ruins with the odors of drying fish. "I've just seen a sort of ground-plan of the castle," said Miss Elsie cheerfully. "It never had a room in it as big as our bedroom in the hotel, and there weren't windows enough to go round.
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