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Tretherick snappishly. "I fink it's free days," said Carry reflectively. "You think! Don't you know?" sneered Mrs. Tretherick. "Then, where did you come from?" Carry's lip began to work under this sharp cross-examination. With a great effort and a small gulp, she got the better of it, and answered: "Papa, Papa fetched me from Miss Simmons from Sacramento, last week." "Last week!
But this picture of Carry's! a houseful of wrangling women! If she had had her will just then, she would instantly have recalled Macleod, and placed his courage and careless confidence between her and this cruel criticism. She had never, in truth, thought of these things. His pertinacity would not allow her.
"The whole proceeding is calculated to injure the prospects, and compromise the position, of Miss Tretherick in society," suggested Mr. Robinson. In vain Mr. Prince urged the failing condition of Mrs. Starbottle, her absolute freedom from complicity with Carry's flight, the pardonable and natural instincts of the girl, and his own assurance that they were willing to abide by her decision.
"I feel better than I have done for a long time," she concluded, as bearing the implements used in the adventure we three, who had agreed upon secrecy, made towards the house. "So do I," said Carry. "If we could only do it to all who deserve the like, it would be grand!" Electioneering matters ripened, and so did Carry's love affair with Larry Witcom.
"Well; yes; and your dear friend, Miss Petrie, is rather a stern examiner." "She is Carry's ally, not mine," said Olivia. Then she remembered that by saying this she might be doing her sister an injury. Mr. Glascock might object to such a bosom friend for his wife. "That is to say, of course we are all intimate with her, but just at this moment Carry is most in favour."
But at this moment Carry was sitting on the edge of her bed, half undressed, pouting her pretty lips, and twisting her long, leonine locks between her fingers, as Miss Kate Van Corlear dramatically wrapped in a long white counterpane, her black eyes sparkling, and her thorough-bred nose thrown high in air, stood over her like a wrathful and indignant ghost; for Carry had that evening imparted her woes and her history to Miss Kate, and that young lady had "proved herself no friend" by falling into a state of fiery indignation over Carry's "ingratitude," and openly and shamelessly espousing the claims of Mrs.
Smith, partly incited by Carry's looks, 'it was true that you two of you were brought home by young Jackman. 'Yes, said Fulbert, growing crimson, 'he drove Clement and me home! 'And, said Mr. Audley, 'it was Clement's great distress that kept Felix at home the next morning.
She had been called names which she could not repudiate, and the truth of which even her brother on her behalf could not deny; and then she had been turned into the street. So much Mr. Fenwick learned from the drunken woman, and nothing more he could learn. When he asked after Carry's present address the woman jeered at him, and accused him of base purposes in coming after such a one.
"Take your own time, and think well before you make your decision." But Carry's ear and attention were given to the sound of voices in the hall. At the same moment, the door was thrown open, and a servant announced, "Mrs. Tretherick and Mr. Robinson." The afternoon train had just shrieked out its usual indignant protest at stopping at Genoa at all, as Mr.
He gave Carry's hand a silent squeeze, and as they walked across the common talked over their plans for setting to work to get pupils, and said no word that would give her a hint of the excitement he felt at the thought of the life of adventure in a wild country that lay before him.
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