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Aylmer's boudoir and begin to write Florence's essay. Bertha was a quick writer and had a great deal of genius, as we know, but she was harassed and worried to-day, and for a time the paper which she had promised to give to Florence did not go smoothly. She was in reality much interested in the struggles of the woman who was at that time called "modern."
Tell no one else, my dear, because it may be little known here, and your doing so would give her pain. 'I never will! exclaimed the child. 'I know you never will, returned the lady. 'I can trust you as myself. I fear then, Kate, that Florence's father cares little for her, very seldom sees her, never was kind to her in her life, and now quite shuns her and avoids her.
Edith took an interest in her; she still believed that there was something behind the scenes something which she could not quite fathom but at the same time she fully and with an undivided heart believed in Florence's great genius, as did also her brother Tom. By Edith's advice Florence secured the room next to hers, and the girls were now constantly together.
You can't live without Florence, can you? Florence's death means your own sentence, doesn't it? If Florence is dead, you'll put the rope round your own neck, won't you, won't you, won't you?" "Yes. If Florence were to die, I could not survive her!" "She is dead!" cried the scoundrel, with a renewed burst of merriment, hopping about on his knees. "She's dead, quite, quite dead! What am I saying?
She was fond of her own companions, but she could not bear the foundation girls. These girls made a large percentage in the school. In all respects they were supposed to be Florence's equals, but as a matter of fact they were kept in a very subordinate position by the paying girls.
It is true that he had never been what is called violently in love with Florence Lascelles; but from the moment in which he had been charmed and surprised into the character of a declared suitor, it was consonant with his scrupulous and loyal nature to view only the bright side of Florence's gifts and qualities, and to seek to enamour his grateful fancy with her beauty, her genius, and her tenderness for himself.
The visitor's hand, fingers outspread, returned to his knee. "Thank you. I have one more question to ask. Do you intend, without trying to prevent it, to let your daughter throw away her every chance of future happiness? Are you, Florence's father, going to let her marry Sidwell?" With one motion Scotty was on his feet. The eyes behind the thick lenses fairly flashed.
A shade passed over Florence's too expressive face, and she sighed heavily.
The gentlemen were still in the stubble-fields, the ladies were out in barouches and pony phaetons, and Cleveland and Lady Florence were alone. Apropos of Florence's epistolary employment, their conversation fell upon that most charming species of literature, which joins with the interest of a novel the truth of a history the French memoir and letter-writers.
If you have finished your conversation" with a sharp glance from Florence's wet eyelashes to Hubert's pale agitated face "I have work for both of you. Florence, Enid has been alone all the morning; do take the child for a walk and let her have a little fresh air!
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