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Lavinia's eyes seemed bluer, her delicate flush more elusive; the shape of her face appeared changed, it was more pointed and had a new willful charm. "The stockings," Anna commanded. Dressed, Lavinia Sanviano stood curiously before the long mirror; she saw a fresh Lavinia that was yet the old; and she was absorbing her first great lesson in the magic of clothes.
Then she caught sight of a piece of paper peeping from the bosom of the girl's dress. The next instant she had gently drawn it out and was reading it. The paper was Dorrimore's letter. "Of course, I knew there was a man at the bottom of the business. And a marriage too. Hoity toity, that's another pair of shoes." She threw back a fold of the cloak, and scrutinised Lavinia's left hand.
Mark and a spade and a long string with you," came just at the critical moment of balancing the notched plank under the revolving wagon wheel, in Stonewall Jackson's young voice, which held in it quite a trace of Miss Lavinia's decisive tone of command.
You see, sir, I oh well, I suppose I must confess I ran away I meant to return and nobody would have been the wiser but things happened that I didn't expect and and oh, I do hope you'll forgive me." Lavinia's pleading voice quivered. Her eyes were fixed imploringly on Gay. Tears were glistening in them, the pose of her figure suggested a delightful penitence.
Jane Lavinia loved those fir trees, with their whispers and sighs and beckonings, and she also loved her little shadowy, low-ceilinged room, despite its plainness, because it was gorgeous for her with visions and peopled with rainbow fancies. The stained walls were covered with Jane Lavinia's pictures most of them pen-and-ink sketches, with a few flights into water colour.
The next day was Saturday, and it being near the end of the month and a particularly busy day, I left home early without seeing Lavinia. Understand, I haven't quite reached the point where I can give my whole time to writing, and being bookkeeper for a lumber company does help with the grocery bills and pay for Lavinia's fancy shopping.
Launce only answered, "Say yes," and held her as if he would never let her go again. At the same moment Miss Lavinia's voice rose shrill from the deck calling for Natalie. There was but one way of getting free from him. She said, "I'll think of it." Upon that, he kissed her and let her go.
They tell me our gentleman is the cousin of the little boy to whom you are about to entrust the future of your little girl." "Arthur is not a little boy; he is a very old man; you and I will never be so old. He is a distant relation of Lavinia's protege. The name is the same, but I am given to understand that there are Townsends and Townsends.
She was accustomed to her sister's complaining, and unless the other went to their father she ignored her hints. Lavinia's curiosity in worldly scenes and topics was almost as full as her imagination thereof.
Puss, who had viewed the fray sitting bolt upright on the table, now settled the vexed question by skipping into Lavinia's arms, feeling with the instinct of her race that her surest refuge was there. Mat retired in silent disgust, and the Raven fell asleep soothed by the grateful purring of her furry friend.
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