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But the young man turned his eyes on him, and the old beggar stopped without another word, discerning in that mournful face an abandonment of wretchedness more bitter than his own. "La carita! la carita!" The stranger threw the coins to the old man and the child, left the footway, and turned towards the houses; the harrowing sight of the Seine fretted him beyond endurance.
Carita had arrived at the school in the afternoon and had been shown to her room immediately, while Blue Bonnet finished some shopping with Uncle Cliff and Aunt Lucinda. "I think I'd like to see Mary Boyd. Let's go up to your room now and get your things out of the trunk." "Yes, we will, only my things are out. Mary helped me this afternoon while you were away. I'm all settled."
"Especially with the added personal motive of knowing that his wife was one of your patients, along with Carita Belleville, Marchant, Errol, and the rest," added Kennedy. Karatoff smiled. "I would not have said that myself. But since you have said it, I cannot help admitting its truth. Don't you suppose I could predict the nature of any report he would make?" Karatoff faced Kennedy squarely.
Near the speaker stood a table on which lay a curious collection of games and books, musical instruments, and other things that might suggest actions to be performed in the test. My eye wandered to a phonograph standing next the table. Somehow, I could not get Mrs. Gaines and Carita Belleville out of my head. Slowly I wrote, "Have Mrs.
As for me, I could not help wondering what had actually happened. What did it all mean? Had Mrs. Gaines expressed her own self or was it Karatoff or Marchant or Errol? What was the part played by Carita Belleville? Gaines did not betray anything to her, but their mutual attitude was eloquent. There was something of which he disapproved and she knew it, some lack of harmony. What was the cause?
She was sitting listlessly in a chair by the window, looking a bit forlorn. "What's the matter, Carita?" Blue Bonnet inquired. "Nothing." "Nothing? You look as if you had the blues." "No only " "Only what?" Tears welled in Carita's eyes. "Only what, dear?" Blue Bonnet's arms were round her. "I reckon it's just a touch of homesickness. It's seeing the girls packing to go home.
"Oh, what do you ask me for, Blue Bonnet? I don't like to tell you really I don't! What's the use? Oh, dear, I wish I hadn't dropped that hint. I didn't mean to it just slipped out." "Go on. Tell me." Carita sighed deeply. "It's just gossip. Like enough there isn't a word of truth in it." "Never mind. Tell me."
She thought of Carita as she came out of her room, and started up-stairs after her. A teacher stopped her. "The young ladies meet for their walk in the reception-room down-stairs," she said. "There is no visiting back and forth in the rooms except between four and five o'clock." Blue Bonnet found the girls, Carita among the rest. "We will walk together, Carita," she said.
"The doctor cannot tell for another forty-eight hours just what is the matter with Miss Judson. He hopes it is nothing serious." "Is it anything contagious like a fever?" "We don't know." "May I see Carita a minute?" "Not to-day." "Will some one stay with her all the time? I should like her to have a nurse." "I will not leave Miss Judson, Miss Ashe. She will have every care.
Their ears, as they went up, were saluted by "Yah hassare, carita Nix mangiar these ten days, sar Mi moder him die plague, sar! mi fader him die too," and other pathetic cries and similar equally veracious assertions, from numerous cripples, deformed creatures, and children of all ages, in rags and tatters, who endeavoured to excite their compassion by exhibiting their wounds and scars.
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