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Certainly he saw no reason why he should place Anna in a reformatory that would be, he thought, a sure way of making her unhappy, and perhaps even desperate; but Christina's words had shown him her unwillingness to be plagued with his daughter's ways, and he shrank from the idea of losing his useful housekeeper.
Macgregor dropped his reply to Christina's unsatisfactory note into the pillar-box and, half wishing he had destroyed it instead, rejoined the faithful Willie Thomson. He still looked so gloomy that Willie once more demanded to be told what the was up with him. Receiving no response, Willie remarked: 'If ye tak' a face like that to yer girl, she'll be wantin' to play a tune on it.
Christina's door was open. No one was in the room; the bed had not been slept upon. Nicholas descended the creaking stairs. The girl was still asleep. Could it be Christina herself? Nicholas examined the delicious features one by one.
"You grow more beautiful every day, Christina," said Nicholas-"sweeter and more womanly. He will be a happy man who calls you wife." The smile passed from Christina's face. "I shall never marry," she answered. "Never is a long word, little one." "A true woman does not marry the man she does not love." "But may she not marry the man she does?" smiled Nicholas.
The attendants, too, who had been pleased with their quarters, readily undertook to carry their share of the burthen, and, though he growled and muttered a little, he at length was won over to consent, chiefly, as it seemed, by Christina's obliging readiness to leave behind the bundle that contained her holiday kirtle. He had been spared all needless irritation.
Nay, Master Gottfried had made experiments in printing and wood-engraving on his own account, and had found no head so intelligent, no hand so desirous to aid him, as his little Christina's, who, in all that needed taste and skill rather than strength, was worth all his prentices and journeymen together.
Shall I represent all to the Emperor, and obtain his wardship, so as to be able to protect you from any attacks by the enemies of the house?" "Thanks, sir," returned the elder lady, severely, seeing Christina's gratified, imploring face. "The right line of Adlerstein can take care of itself without greedy guardians appointed by usurpers.
"I'd make a bargain with Bruce, if I were you, that he's to do the washing himself, before I'd marry him." Ellen laughed gaily. She and Bruce McKenzie had been sweethearts ever since their public school days, and the next Christmas they were going to start life together on Bruce's farm. Ellen was very radiant these days and Christina's warnings were a source of amusement.
So she wrote bravely to Ellen bidding her stay until she finished her course. On the evening before Allister left, he and Christina sat by the fire talking, long after the others had gone to bed. Wallace had been there earlier in the evening, and to Christina's amazement Allister did not share in the universal admiration for him. "He's got money, that young chap, Christine," he said.
The almost dramatic opposition of these two keenly interesting girls touched Rowland with a nameless apprehension, and after a moment he preferred to turn away. In doing so he noticed Roderick. The young sculptor was standing planted on the train of a lady's dress, gazing across at Christina's movements with undisguised earnestness.
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