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Colwood knocked. Would Diana give her some lavender-water? her headache was still severe. Diana new to minister to her; but, once admitted, Muriel said no more of her headache. Rather she began to soothe and caress Diana. Was she in better spirits? Let her only intrust the entertaining of Fanny Merton to her friend and companion Mrs. Colwood would see to it.
'That is just like papa, said Muriel, with a proud smile. 'He says you are "pure gold," princess. 'Did Rich did your father say that? cried Pauline, and Muriel looked up to see a soft flush in her face, while her eyes shone. 'The King's daughter is all glorious within, she repeated slowly, 'her clothing is of wrought gold. Then she chanted in her clear, triumphant voice:
With as near an approach to frigidity of manner as she could show to a man to whom she was so indebted Noreen replied: "Muriel has left Darjeeling." "Left Darjeeling? Where for? Where has she gone?" he exclaimed in surprise. "To her father." "But why? She wasn't to have left for weeks yet," said Wargrave. Mrs. Dermot looked at him angrily. "Why? Need you ask?
I am neither Liszt, nor Thalberg, and the vocal gymnastics are all that I can venture to undertake." Muriel promptly resumed her seat before the instrument, and played the symphony of an aria from "Favorite," which Salome placed on the piano-board.
I haven't shown you your duty if that's what you consider your duty.... I'll tell you something that you haven't thought of.... Muriel." In almost a gasp, her sister cried: "Muriel! ... Muriel!" "Can you take her with you?" demanded Elinor. Kathryn shook her head. "No," she replied. "Of course not. I shall leave her here, with you." Her sister shook her head. "Do you see?" she queried.
"Miss Muriel, you love music so well that I trust you will add your persuasions to mine, and induce Miss Owen to sing for us, as she declares she is comparatively a tyro in instrumental music, and would not venture to perform in your presence." "She has never sung for me, but I hope she will not refuse your request. Salome, will you not oblige us?"
"And how goes it now with thee, my sister Muriel?" asked the Bishop. The Grandmother gave a little shake of her head, though she answered cheerfully enough. "Things go pretty well, holy Father, I thank you. Work is off and on, as it may be; but we manage to keep a roof over our heads, as you see, and we can even find a bowl of broth and a wheat-cake for our friends.
"Do you think He looks at it in that way?" murmured Muriel, her arms tightening. "There wouldn't be much in life for any of us if He did." "I don't know," Daisy said again. She lay quiet for a little as though pondering something. Then at length hesitatingly she spoke. "Muriel, there is one thing that whether I live or whether I die I want with my whole heart. May I tell you what it is?"
If we did it, they would just say, 'Oh, so they've come off their perch! and once we let ourselves down we would never raise ourselves again. I couldn't do it, Muriel. Don't ask me." "No. But we've got to be happier somehow. Climbing is exhausting work." She stooped and picked up the two small dogs that lay on a cushion beside her. "Isn't it, Bing? Isn't it, Toutou? You're happy, aren't you?
She waited till he had come to a suitable stopping place, and then, before he could renew the melody, she rapped with nervous force upon the fence. There fell a most unexpected silence. She broke it with words imploring, almost agonised. "Nick! Nick! Come and speak to me for Heaven's sake!" His flippant voice greeted her at once in a tone of cheerful inquiry. "That you, Muriel?"
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