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Amy's cheek, which had been flushed by the former part of this speech, turned deadly pale at its conclusion. How could she, who had all her life been shut out from society, entertain her father's male guests she, a retiring and almost ignorant girl, without one female friend or adviser?
"Here we are!" she shouted, and her voice carried to the searchers and as they saw the lights of the Gem the boats converged toward her. Mr. Stonington and Mr. Hammond were in one, and Amy's "uncle" greeted her and the others with alarm in his tones. "What happened? Where were you? We have imagined all sorts of terrible things about you."
As Amy spoke, half-confusedly, half-angrily, Casimer went down upon his knees, with folded hands and penitent face, exclaiming, in good English, "Be merciful to me a sinner. I was tempted, and I could not resist." "Get up this instant, and stop laughing. Say your lesson, for this will be your last," was the stern reply, though Amy's face dimpled all over with suppressed merriment.
Amy's last reply went through him like an electric shock, and for the moment he was a mere husband defied by his wife, the male stung to exertion of his brute force against the physically weaker sex. 'However you regard me, you will do what I think fit. I shall not argue with you. If I choose to take lodgings in Whitechapel, there you will come and live.
"I have learned to love Mr. Brooks, your I mean well, Mr. Brooks." In a tantalizing tone the girl asked: "Who else?" "Oh, you're real mean," said Desmond, imitating Amy's tone at the moment she had made the same remark to him. "I don't want to be mean." "You don't?" "No." "Will you keep my secret?" "Yes," came the eager answer. "Honor bright?" "Yes, honor bright." "You won't tell even my mother?"
When Mrs Clere reached the Magpie, she went up to Amy's room, and found her lying on the bed with her face turned to the wall. "Amy! what ailed thee, my maid? art better now?" "Mother, we're all wrong!" "Dear heart, what does the child mean?" inquired the puzzled mother. "Has the sun turned thy wits out o' door?" "The sun did nought to me, mother. It was Bessie's face that I could not bear.
The NAME, too, that had been the key-note of them all I also remembered, but some instinct forbade me to utter it aloud. Once I thought, "Shall I take a pencil and write it down lest I forget it?" and the same instinct said "No." Amy's voluble chatter ran on like the sound of a rippling brook all the time I thus meditated over the occurrences of the day.
It was not true, she knew that and tried to put it away, but the natural craving for affection was strong, and Amy's happiness woke the hungry longing for someone to 'love with heart and soul, and cling to while God let them be together'. Up in the garret, where Jo's unquiet wanderings ended stood four little wooden chests in a row, each marked with its owners name, and each filled with relics of the childhood and girlhood ended now for all.
"You know our family was never guilty of anything that could compromise their standing in society." "Well, she will outgrow it all in time, I am sure. I have been as careful in her training as I could, Mr. Goodrich. It is a hard task to raise girls, and make them understand their position when they're Amy's age; but she's taking up her social duties again now.
Then, as Eloise did not appear, and the carriage from Miller's was still waiting at a dollar and a half an hour, it occurred to her that if Eloise should not prove to be somebody out of the common she would have to pay the bill, as she had ordered the turn-out. Going to Amy's room, she walked in unannounced, and asked, "Be you goin' home with me, or goin' to stay?"
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