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Jack still remained mute; but he went into another room, and soon beckoned me to follow him. As I crossed the threshold, the door closed noiselessly behind me. It took me several seconds to accustom my eyes to the change in the light. Then I began to gather an idea of the surroundings, and my surprise at Mrs. Warne's success was equalled only by my admiration of her good taste and judgment.
Shear, who seldom made a call at any other hour, knowing she would as surely be asked to stay as it was sure that David Warne's heart would respond to the wanness and unhappiness always written on Mrs. Shear's homely middle-aged face. As she went to the door, Georgiana felt an intensely wicked desire to hit Mrs. Shear a blow with her own capable fist, which should send her backward into the snow.
A new manse had been built nearer the church, for the new man, and the old house left to Mr. Warne's undisputed possession proof positive of his place in the hearts of the community. "A good time?" murmured Georgiana, in answer to the question. "No, a hateful, envious, black-browed time, disguised as much as might be under a frivolous manner. The girls were lovely and I was a perfect fiend!" Mr.
I spent last winter in Miss Warne's home, under the name of Jefferson alone, to find time to work at a book I am writing. I gave it up sooner than I had expected, because my work here would not be denied." "Didn't Jean know you when she saw you before the the operation?" cried Rosalie, full of curiosity at this unexpected turn of affairs.
"'Tis Susan Warne's seventh goin' to be christen'd, by the look of it," said the engine-driver beside me; "an', by crum! we've got the Kimbly." The procession advanced. In the midst walked a stout woman, carrying a baby in long clothes, and in front a man bearing in both hands a plate covered with a white cloth.
But he himself was surprised that the very newest thing on his shelves was the one that matched the old. I think he was almost as pleased as I was without knowing anything about it, except that I was very anxious to find the silk. And now to hurry home and make it!" Her unconscious use of the word "home" struck pleasantly upon Mr. Warne's ears.
It was an educated voice, it spoke for itself of the personality behind it. "I will go and talk with my daughter," she heard her father say, after the two men had had some little conversation concerning a book or two lying on the table by Mr. Warne's couch. Georgiana fled into the kitchen, where her father found her.
Warne's worn black bag and his daughter's fine one given her by Aunt Olivia that summer her arm beneath her father's, Georgiana made her way through the car, into the vestibule, out upon the platform. No sight of Doctor Craig rewarded the hurried glance she gave about her.
Her whole appearance was dignified and imposing. The light and atmosphere added to the general effect, and I felt wholly satisfied with Mrs. Warne's work. "Well, Mrs. Warne," said I, "you have certainly made a great success; but I am afraid I shall not be so much pleased when the bills come in." "Don't be very much alarmed on that score," replied Mrs. Warne. "I have been very economical.
Warne's couch, and was in the midst of a scene as inspiredly clever as anything she had ever done at college, where she had been the pride of a dramatic club whose fame had waxed greater than that of any similar organization for many years, when the front door of the house suddenly opened, and a gust of chilly March air rushed in with the person entering.
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