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Blondelle to lead her up the steps. But Sybil had not waited for this permission.
Berners looked after her, sighed heavily, and then began to walk thoughtfully up and down the room. Sybil, from her covert, watched him, and grimly nodded her head. Then she also slipped away. An hour later than this, the three, Mr. and Mrs. Berners and Mrs. Blondelle, were in the drawing-room together. "You promised me some music," whispered Lyon to Rosa. "Oh yes; and I will give you some.
Here, in the village inn, Sybil Berners, feeling that Rosa Blondelle, as her guest, was entitled to her courtesy, made an effort to forget the pain in her heart, the shadow on her mind, and to do the honors of the table with her usual affability and grace. After supper, which was pleasantly prolonged, the travellers separated, and were shown to their several bed-chambers.
Will you come now?" inquired Sybil, when these salutations were passed. Rosa assented with a sweet smile, and Sybil led the way into her own sitting-room. Mr. Berners had come in during his wife's short absence, and he now stood before the fire with the morning paper in his hand. He put it down on the table, and came forward to meet his wife, and to welcome her guest. "Mrs. Blondelle, Mr.
After supper she aroused herself by an effort, and offered to attend Mrs. Blondelle back again to that lady's chamber; and when they got there, even lingered a little while, and very kindly repeated her request that if Rosa should be frightened in the night, she should run up the communicating stairs and rap at Sybil's bedroom door for assistance.
"Many thanks," replied Rosa Blondelle, as she followed her hostess into the room, and glanced around with the natural curiosity we all feel in entering a strange place. The room was very spacious, and had many doors and windows. Its furniture was all green, which would have seemed rather gloomy, but for the bright wood fire on the hearth, that lighted up all the scene with cheerfulness.
One morning, when the weather was too threatening to permit any one to indulge in an outdoor walk, it chanced that Lyon and Sybil Berners were sitting together at a centre-table in the parlor Lyon reading the morning paper; Sybil trying to read a new magazine when Rosa Blondelle, with her flowing, azure-hued robes and her floating golden locks, and her beaming smiles, entered the room and seated herself at the table, saying sweetly: "My dear Mrs.
Berners and Mrs. Blondelle, as they instinctively drew away from each other. But Miss Tabitha could not easily recover her composure. She was shocked and scandalized to see a gentleman and lady, who were not related to each other, sitting so close together, while the gentleman kissed the lady's hand! "Did you want anything?" inquired Mr. Berners, rather impatiently. "No, I didn't.
Berners," said Sybil, introducing the parties to each other by the simplest formula. And while they were bowing together, Sybil was watching mischievously to see what effect the dazzling beauty of Rosa Blondelle would have upon Lyon Berners. She saw it!
The name of this chaplain is Henri Deligny, Aumônier Militaire, Ambulance 16-27, Sector 112; and he was assisted by the permanent curé of the little church, Abbé Blondelle, who wishes me to assure you that he will guard most reverently your son's grave, and be there to receive you when the day may come that you shall wish to visit it.
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