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Updated: June 7, 2025
The great cemetery was in the bright green of leaves which had recently unfolded on the trees, and in the intoxicating odor of violets over Cara's grave-mound, which was covered with a carpet, not of modest violets, but of exquisite exotic flowers.
Cara's thin voice called out: "The Turks do well to be silent, for what good is there in people's talk? What good is there?" "Here is a little sage, she is never satisfied with questions," said Darvid, jestingly. "Capacity for criticism is a family trait of ours," laughed Irene. "Cara had been distinguished by curiosity from childhood," added Malvina, with a smile.
He had rather enjoyed following the caravan, trotting by his mother's side, and, except that he had been getting hungry, would have kept on trotting for some time longer, but they had all stopped quite suddenly, and Cara's mother, instead of giving her baby his evening meal, had sunk down instantly on the sand, and with a series of grunts and groans settled herself comfortably for a good rest.
"Duty," said he. "What duty, father?" Again he was silent a while. What duty? Yes, what kind of duty? "Naturally the duty of labor, hard labor." The flush on Cara's face increased; she was all curiosity, all eagerness to hear her father's words. "Labor, for what, father, dear?" "How? for what?" "For what purpose? For what purpose? because no one labors for the labor itself. For what purpose?"
"Beg him to come in, beg him to come in!" In the delight which the unexpected arrival of the prince caused him at that time, he did not notice the expression of regret on Cara's face. Raising the little dog from the floor and holding him in her arms, she whispered: "This is the third time, or the fourth it is unknown which time it is!" Darvid sprang toward her. "You may remain!
But the latter tightened his hold, as he said "It's of no use. I shall not let you go. So come along with me to Parker's. Over a couple of brandy toddies we will discuss this matter of Cara's." A vigorous jerk from the hand of Ellis gave the body of Wilkinson a motion in the direction of the tavern.
Let me have your portrait painted by an artist from whose canvas comes a breath from beyond this world." He inclined his cherub head and kissed his mother's hand, which was resting on Cara's shoulder. "And kiss me, too!" cried Cara. "Sentiment!" said Maryan, straightening himself, "beware of sentiment, little one. I, thy great-grandfather, say this to thee."
Cara's expression hardened a little. "Yes, I know," she said shortly. "And I can guess," returned Ann. She sprang up from her chair with all her old characteristic impetuosity. "And he's not going to think that a moment longer. I suppose" her voice seemed to glow and the eyes she bent on Cara were wonderfully tender "I suppose you wouldn't explain because you wanted to keep me out of it?"
For some time she had felt continual alarm. She observed carefully the change taking place in Cara's disposition, and discovered in it causes for anxiety. But she could do nothing. While she was friendly to the family to which fate had brought her, and while she experienced from it kindness mingled with respect, it was to her a stranger. She observed everything, and said nothing.
Many a night has Ellis spent at a tavern, which, but for Cara's unamiable temper, would have been spent at home." "Ah! she will have her reward," sighed Mrs. Wilkinson. "And you yours," was the involuntary but silent ejaculation of Wilkinson. Ere further remark was made, the dinner-bell rang, and Mr. Wilkinson and his wife repaired to the dining-room.
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