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"Truly my daughter, now!" Aunt Matilda and Rosemary hurried back to the little brown house, mindful of Alden's whispered admonition: "Don't keep me waiting long, dear please." Neither spoke until after Rosemary had changed her gown, and stood before her mirror in pale lustrous grey, with hat and gloves to match. "I'll go in and say good-bye to Grandmother," Rosemary said. "Wait a minute.
It threw into vivid relief the cameo that fastened the lace at her throat, rested for a moment upon the mellow gold of her worn wedding-ring as she filled Alden's cup, and paused reminiscently at the corner of her mouth, where there had once been a dimple. Across the table, the light shone full upon Alden's face, but, man-like, he had no fear of it.
Billy Alden's yachting party on the Nile; yawning in the face of the Sphinx, and playing bridge beneath the shadow of the pyramids and counting the crocodiles and proposing to jump in by way of "changing the pain"! People attended these ceaseless rounds of entertainments, simply because they dreaded to be left alone.
I've given it the French pronunciation. Miss Webster declares my French is startling in its originality. You wish to know of Helen? She is one of those people that you need to glance at but once to know that she is something. She is tall and fine-looking; but that is not all. She has an 'air' you know." Yes; Hester did know. An "air" in this sense meant the same as Debby Alden's "stock."
Debby went down to the gate to meet her guests. She took Hester in her arms. In an instant her intuition told her that something was wrong. "What is troubling my little girl?" she asked. "Nothing, Aunt Debby. Nothing at all. Oh, how sweet to be back home!" She threw her arms about Debby Alden's neck and hugged her with a vehemence which caused that lady to gasp for breath.
"I have no idea," he said. "I have been invited to see Mr. Waterman's art gallery." "Dan Waterman's!" he exclaimed. "How did that happen?" "Mrs. Alden's brother asked me. He knows him, and got me the invitation. Wouldn't you like to go?" "I shall be busy in court all day to-morrow," said Montague. "But I'd like to see the collection.
The young girl beside him, it may be attested without further delay, thought him the handsomest young man she had ever seen; and Bessie Alden's imagination, unlike that of her companion, was irritable. He, however, was also making up his mind that she was uncommonly pretty.
Everything is a jumble of so many kinds of joys that I've been crazy all day. But I wasn't too crazy to see the look on his face, I mean on my Uncle Dr. Parke Alden's face, when he saw Miss Katherine coming across the front yard. We were standing by the window, and as he saw her he looked again, as if he didn't see good, and then his face got as white as whitewash.
"After lying for thirty years among the cobwebs, a few more weeks or months or years, as the case may be, won't hurt it. Besides, I don't expect to have any wedding. I'm merely going to be married. Might as well let the strange woman have it." Alden's father had, as he said, put away on the day he was born all the wine that was then ready to be bottled.
She did not feel in the humor just then to listen to Miss Raynor's chatter or pretty Grace Alden's gossip. "Of course every one has a right to their own opinion," Grace was saying, with a toss of her pretty nut-brown curls, "and I, for one, do not believe he cares for her one whit." "It is certainly very strange," responded Miss Raynor, thoughtfully.
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