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Caldwell, who flushed suddenly, and covered her mouth with her handkerchief. "Yes, mamma," Mildred exclaimed with importance, "Beth did say so. And Mary tossed her head, and Sophia sneered." "What is sneered?" Beth demanded importunately. "What is sneered?" "O Beth! don't bother so," Mildred exclaimed irritably. "It's when you curl up your lip." "Beth, how could you be so naughty?" Mrs.
"I'll expect you and your mother and father to dinner Sunday night. Is that satisfactory?" "Yes," said Mildred. A longish pause. Then the general: "You seem to be a little afraid of me. I don't know why it is that people are always that way with me." A halt, to give her the opportunity to say the obvious flattering thing. Mildred said nothing, gave no sign.
The next few days of waiting and uncertainty were a severer ordeal to Mrs. Jocelyn and Mildred than ever. Mr. Jocelyn, bent on gaining time, kept putting them off. His new duties upon which he had entered, he wrote, left him only the evening hours for his quest of rooms, and he had not succeeded in finding any that were suitable.
His manner tonight toward all this queer mixture of people has been perfect cordial, unassuming, delicately courteous and friendly toward every one. And, really, Philip, I don't know a handsomer man! His face is so refined, and those brown, caressing eyes of his are enough to turn any girl's head. I don't wonder in the least that Mildred is so completely in love with him.
"Now I am going to relieve the anxiety of the gentlemen, particularly the one belonging especially to me," said Violet, in a lively tone, rising with the last word and hurrying away in their direction. The others sat silently watching her and her auditors. "Ah," laughed Mildred presently, "they are all well satisfied with the arrangement except Mr. Lilburn. He wears a dubious, disappointed look.
"Why, my dear, I did it a-purpose." "On purpose!" exclaimed Mildred. "Certainly. That was my game. I screamed out with pain and the scream was no fake, I can tell you. And I fell down by the roadside on a nice grassy spot where no dust would get on me. Well, up comes the old skinflint in his buggy. He climbed down and helped me get off my slipper and stocking.
Good to-day, bad to-morrow, good again the day after, weak in this instance, strong in that, now brave and now cowardly, soft at one time, hard at another, generous and the reverse by turns, they are consistent only in that they are never at rest, but incessantly and inevitably go. Mildred reluctantly rose, moved toward the door with lingering step. "I guess I'd better make a start," said she.
Mildred had looked exquisitely fair and girlish in her white dress, with a necklace of pearls he had given her rising and falling on the lovely virginal bosom, where the lover's eyes dwelt and lingered in the masterful hunger of his heart. Soon, soon, that hunger of his for possession would be gratified! It was April, and at the end of July, when work was growing slack, they would be married.
All unite in much love, and I am, as ever, "Your father, R. E. Lee. "Miss Mildred Lee." Just after the intermediate examinations, he writes to Mildred again: "Lexington, Virginia, February 16, 1867. "My Precious Daughter: I have wished to answer your letter of the 2d for some days, but have not been able.
As she took her seat at the table she noted that Emma Dean's and Mildred Taylor's places were also vacant. "Where is everyone to-night?" asked Irene Evans, who sat opposite Miriam. "Grace, Anne and Elfreda were all invited out this evening," answered Miriam. "I don't know anything about Miss Dean and Miss Taylor."
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