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As soon as I could dethrone the image of Olivia from its pre-eminence in my heart, she was willing to welcome me back again a prodigal suitor, who had spent all his living in a far country. We corresponded regularly and frequently, and Julia's letters were always good, sensible, and affectionate.
So Miss Toland found her, when she came into the room without knocking, a little later. "Julia," Miss Toland said sharply, sitting down on the edge of the bed and possessing herself of one of Julia's limp, cold hands, "Ellie told me you she came to the door and heard you! My child, this won't do! You mustn't make mountains out of molehills.
She flung the epistle from her with disdain; and, to confess a truth, though, on Julia's account, I should have wished a reconciliation, I was by no means sorry, on my own, that such was her ultimatum.
She had one, of course a nice, proper-looking Bible and if it chanced to be convenient when she was ready to read, she used it; if not, she took Sadie's, or picked up Julia's from under the table, or the old one on a shelf in the corner, with one cover and part of Revelation missing it mattered not one whit to her which for there were no pencil marks, and no leaves turned down, and no special verses to find.
"Aunt Fanny saw a newspaper from one the places where Aunt Julia's visiting her school room-mate. It had her picture in it and called her 'the famous Northern Beauty'; it was down South somewhere. Well, Mr. Dill, I was just sayin' I believe I'd ask you " But a sectional rancour seemed all at once to affect the young man. "Oh, yes. I heard about that," he said.
A slight tremor passed across her lips; she smiled; her head half rolled back: "With you?" she said "what happiness!" At the same moment, the sound of voices was heard a short distance above them. Lucan recognized Clotilde's and the count's voices. His arm suddenly relaxed and dropped from Julia's waist.
If he should go abroad his parent might think he had some weak-minded view of joining Julia and trying, with however little hope, to win her back an illusion it would be singularly pernicious to encourage. His desire for Julia's society had succumbed for the present at any rate to a dire interruption he had become more and more aware of their speaking a different language.
Sister Julia's son, Will Goodman, a lad of fifteen, was of our party, and he offered to be the courier. "Are you sure you know the way?" asked his uncle. "Oh, yes," was the confident response; "you know I have been over the road with you before, and I know just how to go." "Well, tell me how you would go."
Dill was startled from a reverie inspired by the back of Julia's head. "'Heathen'?" he said, in plaintive inquiry. "I meant Herbert," Florence informed him. "Cousin Herbert Atwater. He was following us, walking Dutch." "'Cousin Herbert Atwater'?" said Noble dreamily. "'Dutch'?" "He won't any more," said Florence. "He always hass to show off, now his voice is changing."
The Scotts were bold and outspoken in their grief as in everything else; they showed Julia their father's picture before she had been ten minutes in the house, and Kennedy Julia's "Miss Scott" of The Alexander flung open the big desk so violently as to bring two vases and a calendar to the floor, and read Julia various notes and letters that had been sent them at the time of their father's death, until tears stood in more than one pair of lovely black eyes.
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