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Miss Grant took her departure, and poor Sophy, the nursery maid, had her hands full enough, for nurse's command was to keep the children quiet, and not let them come near her when packing. Mr. Roper was leaving the library one afternoon about four o'clock, when he saw the disconsolate little figure of Betty seated on the stairs. 'Anything the matter? he asked good-naturedly.
"Yes, all a mistake of your own, foolish boy," said Darrell, tenderly; and, turning sharp, he saw Sophy hastening by, quickly and firmly, with her eyes looking straightward on into space. He threw himself in her path.
'I can't help it, said Sophy; 'I can't believe in him now! 'Yes, you ought to believe that he is really unhappy, and be more gentle and considerate with him. 'If it had been earnest, he would have sacrificed himself instead of Genevieve. 'Ah! Sophy, some day you will learn to make excuses for other people, and not be so intolerant. 'I never make excuses. 'Except for Maurice, said Albinia.
"We will, Grandy dear," said Sophy, with decision; and a few minutes afterwards, "If I can become very, very clever, you will not pine so much after that gentleman, will you, Grandy?" Being a chapter that comes to an untimely end. Winter was far advanced when Montfort Court was again brightened by the presence of its lady. A polite letter from Mr.
To him Sophy Pargeter had ever been a grotesque example of the deep they almost appear racial differences which may, and so often do, exist between different members of a family whose material prosperity is due to successful commerce.
There was another silence, during which Anna paused, not only to collect her own words but to wait for Sophy Viner's; then, as the girl made no sign, she turned to her. "I've absolutely nothing to say to all this; but perhaps you'd like me to wait and hear your answer?" Sophy raised her head with a quick flash of colour. "I've no answer either except that Owen must be mad."
'But he shouldn't fly out at yer without 'earin a word. 'Ow should I know anythin about his money? 'Be locked it up hisself, an tuk the keys. 'An them suverins, roared John, rattling his stick on the floor; 'where did yer get them suverins? 'I got 'em from old Sophy Clarke leastways, from Sophy Clarke's lawyer. And it ain't no business o' yourn.
I'm not enamored of him, myself, but he's an immensely able and clever man. How many brilliant social lights would be willing to shine at the head of his table! What are you going to do about The Author, Sophy?" "What are you going to do about the lady you are really in love with?" I countered. "I'm waiting to find out," said he, coolly.
Poor Sophy, only the third generation from cannibalism, was, not unnaturally, somewhat confused in her theological notions. Some of the Second-Advent preachers had been about, and circulated their predictions among the kitchen population of Rockland. This was the way in which it happened that she mingled her fears in such a strange manner with their doctrines.
Even her round neck was left uncovered, that she might be more like one who slept. Only the golden cord was left in its place: some searching eye might detect a trace of that birthmark which it was whispered she had always worn a necklace to conceal. At the last moment, when all the preparations were completed, Old Sophy stooped over her, and, with trembling hand, loosed the golden cord.
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