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Alicia's eyes veiled themselves to rest on a ring on her finger, and a little smile, which was inconsistent with the veiling, hovered about her lips. "I was in England last year," she said; "I I saw A Woman of Honour in London. What could possibly be done with it by an Australian scratch company in a Calcutta theatre! Imagination halts." "Miss Howe did something with it," observed Mr. Lindsay.
It seemed to her one minute that she had no right to interfere in Alicia's affairs and then again, it seemed as if she ought to tell Mr. Forbes what was going on. She had heard Alicia say to Marly that they would elope that very night, and she felt sure they meant to do so. They were all going to Muriel Brown's party, that being Alicia's own choice of the "celebrations."
He had spoken with such affection of his "little Alicia," who was such a help to him in his parish work. "I thought he was speaking of a little girl at first," she said smilingly, "but it soon revealed itself that 'little Alicia' was only his caressing diminutive." A certain widening of Miss Alicia's fascinated eye, which could not remove itself from her face, caused her to quail slightly.
Nothing else; absolutely nothing else, in the treacherous writing-desk on which I had implicitly relied to guide me to Alicia's hiding-place. I groaned in sheer wretchedness over the destruction of all my dearest plans and hopes.
It was a wild little laugh, and she felt there was no sense in it. "I might apply for a place in Miss Alicia's Home for Decayed Gentlewomen," she said. Lady Mallowe nodded her head fiercely. "Apply, then. There will be no place for you in the home I am going to live in," she retorted. Joan ceased moving about. She was about to hear the one argument that was new.
Her wounded pride for Dick had not been enough of a diplomatist to hide the meaning of his sudden flight had borne her through her interview with him, and he had gone away doubting if she had really cared for him; it broke down now. She sprang to Alicia's arms, and her comforter seemed to hear her own confession in the young girl's broken and half-stifled words.
After the first shock of the discovery was over, my resolution to be Alicia's husband was settled more firmly than ever. There was a little round table in a corner of the room furthest from the door, which I had not yet examined. A feverish longing to look at everything within my reach to penetrate to the innermost recesses of the labyrinth in which I had involved myself consumed me.
"A girl who only pretends friendship?" "So, that's it. I thought as much. Now tell me what I said about you." Something in Jane's steady glance caused Alicia's eyes to waver. "You told Ethel Lacey that you wished you didn't have to invite me to go with you girls to the Inn the other night, but you felt that you could hardly get out of it. That I expected you to do it. You know that's not true.
My mother, your great-grandmother, had that part of the house pulled down, and on the site of it she planted the white garden. "Though Alicia's earthly body died, and was taken from us, her beautiful spirit remains with us here. It follows us about in the daytime in the form of a sunbeam, whilst occasionally, at night, it assumes her earthly shape.
But to Dolly's amazement, she heard Alicia's voice saying, "Oh, I cannot! I dare not!" The tones were quivering with emotion, and Dolly couldn't help listening for the next words. She feared Alicia was troubled about something; indeed, she didn't know what she feared. And, next came a voice that was unmistakably; Marly Turner's, saying, "Do, dear! Oh, TRUST me, I will take care of you!"
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