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"Lise gone," Edward repeated. "Gone where?" "She's run away she's disgraced us," Hannah replied, in a monotonous, dulled voice. Edward did not seem to understand, and presently Janet felt impelled to break the silence. "She didn't come home last night, father." "Didn't come home? Mebbe she spent the night with a friend," he said.
"And where is Lise?" he asked, answering her question only by a smile. "She was so tired that she has fallen asleep on the sofa in my room. Oh, Andrew! What a treasure of a wife you have," said she, sitting down on the sofa, facing her brother. "She is quite a child: such a dear, merry child. I have grown so fond of her."
Lise laughed nervously again; she spoke rapidly. “I sent your brother, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, some sweets in prison. Alyosha, you know, you are quite pretty! I shall love you awfully for having so quickly allowed me not to love you.” “Why did you send for me to-day, Lise?” “I wanted to tell you of a longing I have.
"I'll come down again I'll come down whenever you want me." Lise suddenly seized her and clung to her, sobbing. For a while Janet submitted, and then, kissing her, gently detached herself. She felt, indeed, pity for Lise, but something within her seemed to have hardened something that pity could not melt, possessing her and thrusting heron to action. She knew not what action.
Climbing these, he pulled the bell, and they stood waiting in the twilight of a half-closed vestibule until presently shuffling steps were heard within; the door was cautiously opened, not more than a foot, but enough to reveal a woman in a loose wrapper, with an untidy mass of bleached hair and a puffy face like a fungus grown in darkness. "I want to see Miss Lise Bumpus," Mr. Tiernan demanded.
Every time I see poetic things I have a tightening at the heart, and I have to cry." He smiled, affected himself, considering her feminine emotion charming the unaffected emotion of a poor little woman, whom every sensation overwhelms. And he embraced her passionately, stammering: "My little Lise, you are exquisite."
She climbed the dark stairs, opened the dining-room door, and paused on the threshold. Hannah and Edward sat there under the lamp, Hannah scanning through her spectacles the pages of a Sunday newspaper. On perceiving Janet she dropped it hastily in her lap. "Well, I was concerned about you, in all this storm!" she exclaimed. "Thank goodness you're home, anyway. You haven't seen Lise, have you?"
And now Lise was holding a newspaper: not the Banner, whose provinciality she scorned, but a popular Boston sheet to be had for a cent, printed at ten in the morning and labelled "Three O'clock Edition," with huge red headlines stretched across the top of the page: As Janet entered Lise looked up and exclaimed: "Say, that Nealy girl's won out!" "Who is she?" Janet inquired listlessly.
"'Shall you go to the Exposition? How charming it is! "'And the troika, and the plays, and the symphony. Ah, how adorable! "'My Lise is passionately fond of music. "'And you, why do you not share these convictions? "And through all this verbiage, all have but one single idea: 'Take me, take my Lise. No, me! Only try!"
If you haven't anything better to do, drop in at the Bagatelle and give Walters my love, and tell them not to worry at home. There's no use trying to trail me. Your affectionate sister Lise." Janet thrust the letter in her pocket. Then she walked rapidly westward until she came to the liver-coloured facade of the City Hall, opposite the Common.
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