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Alec's comic distress was mercifully relieved for the time being by a dance of goblins on the lawn, where the children, with pumpkin lanterns on their heads, frisked about like will-o'-the-wisps, as a parting surprise. When Rose went to bed, she found that Uncle Alec had not forgotten her; for on the table stood a delicate little easel, holding two miniatures set in velvet.
Wi'oot ony thing to weet them, they're dooms dry. What say ye to a chorus o' �schylus?" Alec's habits of study had been quite broken up of late. Even the medical lectures and the hospital classes had been neglected. So �schylus could not be much of a consolatory amusement in the blank which follows all exorcism.
All the time they were talking Annie was watching Alec's boat, which had dropped down the river, and was floating in the sunshine above the dam. Thomas must have seen it too, for it was in the very heart of the radiance reflected to them from the watery mirror.
"By all the saints, that is well put!" cried Stampoff. "Now, Sergius, my lamb, a really good omelet, something grilled, and a bottle of sound Karlowitz none of your Danube water for me!" The President surrendered at discretion. Alec's appeal to his self importance was irresistible.
She gave one glance of unutterable feeling up into Beauchamp's face, and hiding her own in her handkerchief, sobbed out, "You would make me sing it!" and left the room. Alec's heart swelled with indignant sympathy. But what could he do? The room became insupportable the moment she had quitted it, and he made his way to the door. As he opened it, he could not help glancing at Beauchamp.
It was very large and heavy, and Felicity generally said hard things of it when she swept the kitchen. "This old blue chest holds a tragedy," explained the Story Girl. "I know a story about it." "Cousin Rachel Ward's wedding things are all in that old chest," said Felicity. Who was Cousin Rachel Ward? And why were her wedding things shut up in an old blue chest in Uncle Alec's kitchen?
There lay the body of a woman, with a young sad face, beautiful in spite of a terrible scar on the forehead, which indicated too plainly with what brutal companions she had consorted. Alec's lip quivered, and his throat swelled with a painful sensation of choking. He turned away, and bit his lip hard to keep down his emotion.
Notwithstanding Alec's diligence and the genial companionship of Mr Cupples�-whether the death of Kate, or his own illness, or the reaction of shame after his sojourn in the tents of wickedness, had opened dark visions of the world of reality lying in awful unknownness around the life he seemed to know, I cannot tell,-�cold isolations would suddenly seize upon him, wherein he would ask himself�-that oracular cave in which one hears a thousand questions before one reply�-"What is the use of it all�-this study and labour?"
"Hugh, where are you?" said Billy in a hoarse whisper. "Are you here? Can't you speak?" Still no answer. Then Alec's match went out. "Have you another match?" asked Norton. Like Billy's, his voice was husky. A vague dread seemed to seize him, weighing down upon him like a tangible thing. "Yes," said Alec. "Here's one more -the last." Again he struck a light and a hasty search was made.
But I'm afraid it was Carl that put the eel in old Mrs. Carr's buggy, though I said at first I wouldn't believe it until I'd better proof than old Kitty Alec's word. I told Mrs. Elliott so right to her face." "What did Carl do?" cried Faith.
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