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The pause ran longer than he found encouraging. However, he was no more sensitive to it, to Carlisle's strange unresponsiveness as he talked, than was the girl herself. Indeed, it tore Cally's heart to seem to oppose her lover, pleading so strongly and sweetly for her against herself.
Well, MacQueen the superintendent declines to give her her place back." "Why, what a shabby trick!" cried Hen.... She looked as if she desired to say much more, but she saw that V.V.'s eyes were fixed on Cally, whose father owned MacQueen, and forbore. Cally's breast rose and fell.
What could be more interesting than the revolt of woman against "chivalry" in chivalry's old home and seat? That curious phenomenon was going on in Cally's town now, though acuter social critics than she had quite failed to discover it.... Far rumors of her sex's strange activities reached Cally, and she listened, but with apathy.
But in all Cally's invisible collection, then or thenceforward, there was never a scene that she saw so vividly as this: herself standing silent by the newel-post in the wide hall; her father, distinct and genial in the light through the open door, observing to Mr.
Just a little touch of fever, to be sure, but she hasn't much constitution, I fear...." Miss Heth made no reply; the pause threatened to become a silence; and then he said hastily, as if to save the conversation from total wreck: "By the way, this child Corinne Garland, her name is is an operative in your father's factory, Miss Heth. She's been there over two years." Cally's head turned.
"Too long for what? That's just what I mean. What do you think could possibly happen?" "For one thing, Miss Heth," he said, with a faint dry smile, "the building might fall down some day." Color came into Cally's cheek. Her feeling now was that she had made advances, spontaneous and friendly, and been smartly rebuffed. What cared he for the troubles of the Heths?...
Willie was a shade balder than last year, when he had played his great part in Cally's life and then sunk below her horizon; a shade more rotund; a shade rosier in the face. But he was as genial as ever, being well lined now with a menu to his own taste and an exceptionally good champagne.
There blew a light autumn wind, gently kicking at Cally's veil, waving tendrils of fine hair about her face. Unaware, suffering had laid its touch upon her; this face was lovely with a deeper meaning: and yet the young girl's April-freshness clung to her still. She was in the first exquisite bloom of her womanhood.
Gray and empty had been Cally's days since a New Year's moment in the library.... "But you'll not find any servants up here, my dear! unless you expect to throw bags over their heads and kidnap them?" "I'd like to," laughed Hen, friendly elbows on the car door. "And then give them the bastinado every hour on the hour.
The days of purely idyllic romance seemed to slip behind; the engagement more and more took shape as the gateway to an alliance of institutional consequence, entailing far-reaching reactions in various directions. Mamma's remarks made it plain that, with Cally's establishment as Mrs. Hugo Canning, her own career of brilliant aspiration had reached its final goal.
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