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Wilmot’s she was told that a gentleman wished to see her in the parlor. On entering the room how surprised she was at beholding Frank Cameron. He had learned by letter from Kate that Fanny was in C——, and he immediately started for his uncle’s. Since his return from Kentucky he had thoughts of little else save Fanny Middleton.
At the same time she exclaimed in a loud, angry tone, "Devil take you, Zube!" The loss of the dish elicited a series of oaths from Mr. Middleton, who called his daughter such names as "lucifer match," "volcano," "powder mill," and so forth. For her father’s swearing Julia cared nothing, but it was the sorrowful, disappointed expression of Mr. Wilmot’s face which cooled her down.
Wilmot’s pocket; but the old adage, "where there’s a will, there’s a way," came into her mind, so she felt around on the half frozen ground till she found a long rail, which she placed against a window; then climbing up, she raised the sash, and in a moment was in the schoolroom.
Wilmot’s eyes were often directed toward the corner where the dark beauty sat, silent and immovable. Julia had taken but little part in the conversation and Mr. Wilmot’s efforts to "draw her out" had proved ineffectual. She felt piqued that Fanny should engross so much attention and resolved on revenge; so she determined to show Mr.
And I, in return, was very fond of her. I should entirely exclude poor Milicent in my general animadversions against the ladies of my acquaintance. But it was not on her account, or her cousin’s, that I have mentioned the party: it was for the sake of another of Mr. Wilmot’s guests, to wit Mr. Huntingdon. I have good reason to remember his presence there, for this was the last time I saw him.
Reckon marster ain’t much used to ridin’." By this time they had reached the gate spoken of by Mr. Edson. To Mr. Wilmot’s great surprise the horse walked tip to it and tried to open it with his mouth! Mr. Wilmot was so much amused that he would not suffer Jim to get down and open the gate, as he wished to see if the horse could do it.
Crane who the pale, blue-eyed girl was, and received about the same information that Mrs. Carrington had received concerning her. That day Mr. Wilmot’s eyes were not as handsome nor his teeth as white as usual in the estimation of Julia, who often found herself wondering why he did not wear whiskers. That evening he called at Mrs.
This aristocratic lady had forgotten the time when, with blue cotton umbrella and thick India rubbers, she had plodded through the mud and water of the streets in Albany, giving music lessons for her own and widowed mother’s maintenance. One of her pupils was Kate Wilmot’s mother, Lucy Cameron.
Wilmot’s face assumed when he saw that Julia’s temper was not dead, but merely covered up with ashes. From this remark of Fanny’s the reader will understand that she was well aware of the part her sister was playing. And she was perfectly satisfied that it should be so, for by this means she occasionally got a pleasant word from Julia. She, however, often wished that Mr.
Wilmot’s eyes opened wide and for a moment he looked wistfully at his friend, and then said mournfully, "I cannot see you, Joseph, my vision has departed forever, and if Julia comes, I cannot now look on her loved features, but if I die ere she arrives, ask her if she wrote that letter." Just then there was a noise without, and the sound of horses’ feet was heard coming up the graveled walk.
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