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"You saved me; you set me thinking of my young mother, who died when I was a lad and loved me much too well; and you taught me there were warm and loving hearts in the world; and when I went away from here I went away from the old life. I cannot say how that was; but," shrugging his shoulders, "so it was." "It was a call," said Sophie, piously. "A call to arms, for I went to the wars.
A few days before the party I saw, to my surprise, Joseph, son of Madame Cornelis and brother of my dear Sophie. "How did you come to Naples? Whom are you with?" "I am by myself. I wanted to see Italy, and my mother gave me this pleasure.
One of the three was Velasco, another a young man unknown to him, a mannerly little creature who might have been written by the author of "What the Man Will Wear" in the theatre programmes. The third was Sophie Weringrode, the Wilhelmstrasse agent whom he had only that afternoon observed entering the house in Seventy-ninth Street. He stopped short, in a cold rage.
Every day that I saw the young ladies, I liked them better, and confessed to myself that I had begun to feel more than an ordinary interest for Sophie. Her eyes brightened when I entered, and her manner towards me was so gentle and so confiding, that I could not help fancying that the feelings I had for her were returned.
Between selling oranges and appearing on the stage Sophie seems to have touched bottom for a time in poverty. But her charms as an actress captivated an officer by and by, and she was established as his mistress in a house at Turnham Green. Tiring of her after a time Sophie, it is probable, became exigeant with increased comfort her protector left her with an annuity of L50.
"Oh, I do not attempt the impossible, Mistress Pemberthy." "What will be the end of this to you?" "The gallows if I cannot get my pistol out in time." He laughed lightly and naturally enough as Sophie shrank in terror from him. One could see he was a desperate man enough, despite his better manners; probably as great an outcast as the rest of them, and as little to be trusted.
"Well, what queer people I went to stay with!" "How was Miss Axtell, when you came away?" "Really, I don't know; better, I should think. But, Sophie, pray tell me how it is that I should never have heard of them before." "Partly because they have been away during the three years that you have been in the habit of visiting us, and partly because Mr.
"Therefore let it be the work of your lives a work of penitence and punishment to elevate and refine your love, which has been degraded, until it become worthy of the name of love in its highest sense. You have lowered each other, and now each must help to raise the other up. The work can be delegated to no one else." "But Sophie," murmured Bressant, pressing his hand over his eyes.
"Git them, Sophie quick!" she breathed peremptorily. "Cheese it, Mom!" gasped Sophie, running on tiptoe toward her sleeping father. "He'll nigh erbout kill us when he wakes up." "I don't keer," said the woman, grabbing the coins when Sophie had collected them. "He come out o' the woods last night and he had some money an' I hadn't a cent.
We had a three hours' drive before us, so I turned the conversation to Sophie, with whom she had been at school. "Was Miss Nancy Steyne there when you left?" said I. The reader may remember how fond I had been of this young lady, who had dined with me, and whom I had covered with kisses, though she was only twelve. My companion sighed at hearing the name of Nancy, and told me that she had left.
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