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"See here," Tom Cameron said when they were alone together. "I can see very well, Ruthie, that you are even more enamored of your profession than you were before I left for Europe. How long is this going to last?" "How long is what going to last?" she asked him, her frank gaze finding his. "You know what I mean," said the young man boyishly. "Gee, Ruth! the war is over. You know what I want.
"Grace was in all her steps, heav'n in her eye, In every gesture, dignity and love." She speedily descended to the reservoir of water, and filled her pitcher. The servant was attracted by her remarkable appearance, for she seemed "like the lily among thorns;" but, at present, remained silent.
Shadows hung about everywhere, and Jimbo thought every minute he saw moving figures; but the figures always resolved themselves into nothing when he looked closely. He began to wonder how far it was safe to go, and why the governess had arranged for the door to be opened for he felt sure it was she who had done this, and that it was all right for him to come out.
Who?" she returned, staring, and I realised that she was too short-sighted to make out the identity of the advancing figure from that distance. "Who is it?" she repeated with a hint of testiness. I had seen by then that I had inadvertently given myself away, and I had not the wit to escape from the dilemma. "I don't know," I said, hopelessly embarrassed.
Better the child than no one, and the shiny head was hanging round the door. "But it isn't schoen! Look! It won't meet!" "Oh!..." Elsa's eyes grew round with horror, and she went to fetch her mother. "Tanzen!" They talked so much of "tanzen" in that household. The thin mother was all sympathy, and stood in helpless sorrow before the gap in the bodice.
And as the door opened Felicia walked with composure past the stately butler. "Is Lady Tatham in the library?" Netta Melrose, full of fears, wept that evening over her daughter's rash disobedience. Victoria administered what reproof she could; and Felicia was reduced to a heated defence of herself, sitting up in bed, with a pair of hot cheeks and tearful eyes.
She had told the reporter that "only red-haired servants could understand the moods of a red-haired mistress," and that, after disastrous experiences with "dull creatures who had no temperament themselves, and couldn't live with any one who had," she decided to engage only red-haired maids.
One day, as Ralph was raking the gravel-walks in the garden, his employer's daughter, a young lady of seventeen, came out and spoke to him. His culture and refinement of manner struck her with wonder, and she asked him to tell her his history; but then he suddenly grew very grave, and she forbore pressing him.
Mary, kneeling on the floor at the threshold, involuntarily reached out her hands and seized the flying skirts of the apparition, or whatever it was, which disappeared like a shadow through the passage door, leaving Mary still holding the substance of the shadow which seemed to be the skirt she had grasped.
Her voice broke to a sobbing whisper, and as Billy opened his great, ragged arms and caught her to him he heard that whisper again, saying, "We're glad glad glad you've come back to us." "And I may stay?" She raised her face, glorious in its welcome. "If you want me still." At last he believed. But he could not speak.
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