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Colville ran forward to the side of the carriage. "Jump, Mrs. Bowen! jump, Effie! Imogene " The mother and the little one obeyed. He caught them in his arms and set them down. The girl sat still, staring at him with reproachful, with disdainful eyes. He leaped forward to drag her out; she shrank away, and then he flew to help the coachman, who had the maddened horses by the bit.
Thought you couldn't leave." Thankful smiled happily. "I didn't change my mind, Cap'n," she said. "Imogene changed hers. She's a real, good sacrificin' body, the girl is. When she found I'd been asked and wouldn't go, she put her foot down flat. Nothin' would do but she should stay at home today and I should go. I knew what a disappointment 'twas to her, but she just made me do it.
Imogene rose to her feet as in some turmoil of thought or emotion that would not suffer her to remain quiet. "Oh, keep still!" "Don't get up yet!" "Hold on a minute, please!" came from the artists in different parts of the theatre, and half a dozen imploring pencils were waved in the air. "They are sketching you," said Colville, and she sank compliantly into her seat again.
He then bent down and set to work buckling the straps of the suit-case Ruth had closed. "You do seem to get into every possible kind of trouble, Lee," the girl said. "Perhaps I do. But the point now is about Imogene. Will you take her with you, or not?" "Mr. McDonnell can send for her to-morrow; that will be soon enough." "My God, you leave her! With a blizzard coming!"
"But I will do it, and I wonder " "You will speak to him?" faltered the girl. "Yes!" returned Mrs. Bowen vehemently, and arresting herself in her rapid movements. "It won't do for you to tell him, and you won't let Mr. Colville." "No, I can't," said Imogene, slowly shaking her head. "But I will discourage him; I will not see him anymore." Mrs. Bowen silently confronted her.
But you must be occupied now, going away, and unexpectedly, to-morrow. It seems to me that every one is going away." "Well, we have lost the prince, certainly," said Imogene, "and I doubt whether his rooms will be ever let again." "Indeed!" said Endymion. "Well, I only know what Mr. Waldershare tells me. He says that Mr. Rodney and Mr.
Not alarmed was the beautiful bird when the Lady Imogene gently approached it; but it looked up to her with eyes of intelligent tenderness, and flapped with some earnestness its pure and sparkling plume.
Didn't you know your supper was waitin' for you at home? Didn't I tell you to come home early and have MY supper ready? Didn't " Imogene interrupted. "I guess you did, ma'am," she said, "but you see I asked him to stay here, so he stayed." "YOU asked him! And he stayed! Well, I must say! Kenelm, have you been eatin' supper alone with that with that "
"Have you made up your mind to that, Imogene?" asked Mrs. Bowen, showing no sign of excitement, except to take a faster hold of her own wrists with the slim hands in which she had caught them. "Yes." "You know the position it places you in?" "What position?" "Has he offered himself to you?" "No!" the girl's face blazed. "Then, after what's passed, this is the same as offering yourself to him."
"My Lord, I was frightened lest in a fit of anguish at losing my love she should go to the devil!" Again he yielded to an outburst of laughter that made Imogene shudder. "I fancied that at finding herself out of money, unable to work, disinclined to work, unloved, miserable, she would recklessly hurl herself into perdition.
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