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As she unfolded the sheet she saw, with sorrow, that in several places it was blotted with tears; and the contents, written in a paroxysm of passion, disclosed a state of wretchedness which Beulah little suspected.
Beulah Willoughby, a gentle, tranquil creature, had a profound admiration of the beauties of nature; and to her, her parents had yielded the control of everything that was considered accessary to the mere charms of the eye; her taste had directed most of that which had not been effected by the noble luxuriance of nature.
"You are a wonder, Gram," Gertrude said admiringly. "Oh! I have made a mess of it, haven't I?" Beulah said. "Is she homesick?" "Yes, she's homesick," Peter said gravely, "but not for anything she's left in Colhassett. David told you the story, didn't he? She is homesick for her own kind, for people she can really love, and she's never found any of them.
"It is a mystery to me, Beulah, how you can feel so coldly toward Dr. Hartwell." "I should very much like to know what you mean by that?" said Beulah, involuntarily crushing the flowers she held. "Why, you speak of him just as you would of anybody else." "Well?" "You seem to be afraid of him." "To a certain extent, I am; and so is everybody else who knows him intimately."
The daughter took no notice whatever of this considerate speech, and sat quite still, looking more serious than Beulah had ever seen her. Conversation flagged, despite the young teacher's efforts, and she was heartily glad when the carriage entered the avenue.
"Heaven preserve me from looking on life through your spectacles!" cried she impetuously, stung by the contemptuous smile which curled his lips. "Amen." Taking his hands from her shoulder, he threw himself back into his chair. There was silence for some minutes, and Beulah said: "I thought Mr. Lockhart was in Syria?" "Oh, no; he wants a companion in his jaunt to the Holy Land.
I hear the Grahams are terribly anxious about it. Cornelia said her father was unable to sleep." "No news yet; but, May, be sure you do not let " "Was it the 'Morning Star'? Is he lost?" Beulah stood crouching at his side, with her hands extended pleadingly, and her white face convulsed.
What had been a woman was but a child. I passed my hand across my now damp forehead. I closed my eyes and opened them again. Bob's figure, with clasped, uplifted hands, and bursting eyes, was still there. There still resounded through the room the awful guttural groans. Beulah Sands smiled, the smile of an infant in the cradle.
It's all a little unusual and modern and that sort of thing, but I don't think it's funny. Do you, Margaret?" "I think that it's funny, but I think that it's serious, too, Beulah." "I don't see what's funny about " Beulah began hotly. "You don't see what's funny about anything, even Rogers College, do you, darling?
Williams met her at the door, wondering what unusual occurrence induced a visitor at this unseasonable hour. The hall lamp shone on her kind but anxious face, and as Beulah looked at her, remembered care and love caused a feeling of suffocation, and, with an exclamation of joy, she threw her arms around her.
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