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"He seems quite afraid of Miss Manners; he says she teases him so!" "But she suffers no one else to do it. If I say a word against Lyle's little peculiarities, she is quite indignant. I rather think she likes him that is, as much as she likes any of her friends." "There is little depth of affection in Christal's nature. She is too proud.
Whenever she chanced to think of Christal's growing up, and coming back a woman, she drove the subject from her mind in absolute alarm. Now the very thing she dreaded had come upon her. Here was the desolate child returned, a stylish young woman, with no home in the world but that of her sole friend and protectress. Poor Miss Vanbrugh was quite overwhelmed. She sank on a chair, "Dear me!
How can this be best fulfilled?" She sat long in silence, mournfully pondering. She tried to collect every scattered link of memory respecting what she had heard of Christal's mother. For such, she now knew, was the woman who, for the time, had once strongly excited her girlish imagination. That visit and its incidents now came vividly back upon her memory.
But then was Olive to fix on herself the perpetual burden of this secret the continual dread of its betrayal the doubt, lest one day, chance might bring it to Christal's knowledge, perhaps when the girl would no longer be shielded by a sister's protection, or comforted by a sister's love? While she struggled in this conflict, she heard a voice at the door.
I had no one to control me, no one to teach me to control myself. It could not be helped! and it is too late now." "It is never too late," cried Olive. But Christal's emotion had passed, and she resumed her lofty manner. "Excuse me, but I am a little too old to be lectured; and, I have no doubt, shall be able to guide my own conduct.
She stays a great deal with our little girls, and takes much care of them, especially of some orphans that we have." Olive sighed. Well she read unhappy Christal's reason. But it showed some softening of the stony heart. Almost hopeful she followed Sister Ignatia to the dormitory. It was a long, narrow room, lined with tiny white beds.
Once she had nearly perilled both our lives, for we stood on the very edge of the bridge. But I saved her. Olive, cry with me, 'Thank God, thank God! "At last, half-fainting, she sank on the ground, and I saw her face. It was Christal's face! Say again with me thank God! His mercy is about us continually. "I cannot clearly tell what I did in that first instant of horror.
And there rose in her the same fierce spirit which had startled Olive on the first night of the girl's arrival at Woodford Cottage, and which, something to her surprise, had lain dormant ever since, covered over with the light-hearted trifling which formed Christal's outward character. "What am I to do?" thought Olive, much troubled. "How am I to wrestle with this girl?
The graceful spire rose before them, guiding them all the way, which did not seem long to Olive, who revelled in the beauties unfolded along their lonely walk a winding road, bounding the forest, on whose verge the hill stood. But Christal's Parisian feet soon grew wearied, and when they came to the ascent of the hill, she fairly sat down by the roadside.
She did not say a word; but Lyle hovering round, found his interference somewhat sharply put aside during the whole evening. When assembled round the supper-table they talked of Christal's journey. It was undertaken by invitation of Mrs. Fludyer, to whom the young damsel had made herself quite indispensable.
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