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"Oh, you're ready, are you?" said Katharine, half turning in the midst of her operations, and looking at Cassandra, who sat, clasping her knees, on the edge of the bed. "There are people dining here," she said, taking in the effect of Cassandra from a new point of view.
We are living in an atmosphere so charged with romance, that it would be positively dangerous for two unmated beings to join our party at this time. Miss Cassandra pays Archie and myself the compliment of appearing to be radiantly happy over Lydia's engagement, although I know that she drops a tear in secret over M. La Tour and his château.
But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn't everything look odd this morning?" she inquired.
"You are very good," said Cassandra, flushing all over her delicate face; "and I am sure," she added, "if it is possible for me to help one like you, I should be only too proud." "That is what I feel; and I think you can help me. We are at present in a very unpleasant position in the school.
"It would be like requiring the man who is down on his luck to name the happy day. It is quite better taste, and, after all, we don't know the occasion." Miss Cassandra and Walter and I went to the American church this morning because we like the simple service there, and the rest of the party went to the Russian Church to hear the music, which was very good to-day.
Let me tell you not to run after money, but only look for virtue and good name." Lionardo married Cassandra Ridolfi in the year 1553, and the first child born of this marriage was a boy, by Michael Angelo’s wish he was named Buonarroto. "I shall be very pleased if the name of Buonarroto does not die out of our family, it having lasted three hundred years with us."
From being a mature woman charged with an important mission, Cassandra shrunk to the stature of an inexperienced child. "Do you think I've been very foolish about it?" she asked. Katharine made no answer, but still sat deliberating silently, and a certain feeling of alarm took possession of Cassandra.
Carlotta is proud to show that she knows somebody, as well as Cassandra. "When he is in Lucca, Fra Pacifico passes my shop every morning to say mass in the marchesa's private chapel. He knows all her sins." "And the old gentleman with him," puts in Cassandra, twitching her hook nose, "is old Trenta Cesare Trenta, the cavaliere. Bless his dear old face! The duke loved him well.
These ladies, whom Miss Cassandra is pleased to call the American countesses, it having transpired in the course of conversation that they were of American birth, Pennsylvanians in fact, who had married titled Italians, were courteous to us all, but they simply fell in love with our Quaker lady, whose "thee's" and "thou's" seemed to possess a magic charm for them.
Then she murmured, "How can Cassandra " but changed her sentence to the opposite of what she meant to say and ended, "how could she herself have been so blind?"
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