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Frances had nursed Jacky Hart and talked temperance to his father and read tracts to Aunt Clorinda and started a reading circle among the factory girls and fitted out all the little Jarboes with dresses and coaxed the shore children to go to school and patched up a feud between two 'longshore families and done a hundred other things of a similar nature.
A few days later came a letter from my Lord Dunstanwolde himself, who had not writ from England for some time, and in the midst of his epistle, which treated with a lettered man's thoughtful interest of the news of both town and country, of Court and State, playhouse and club, there was reference to Gloucestershire and Mistress Clorinda of Wildairs Hall.
It was the same staircase on which Jasper had found her, with Polly waiting patiently on the lower step, when she first came to Grandpapa King's. Now she held Clorinda in her arms, tightly pressed to her bosom. "I do wish," she said softly, "that I could see my poor little girl, I do." Clorinda not replying, Phronsie smoothed down the pink gown.
"Your pardon, Madam 'twas this," the chaplain faltered. "My lord commanded me to warn your honoured father that if he did not beg you to leave off wearing wearing " "Breeches," said Mistress Clorinda, slapping her knee. The chaplain blushed with modesty, though he was a man of sallow countenance.
"Mebby 'twas two months 'fore you came back," she said, in the tone of a person trying to be exact in her recollection of events. "What was?" cried Dolf, impatiently, "de hauntin'?" "Ef I'm gwine to tell you my story I'll do it in my own way," said Clorinda, majestically. "In course, in course," returned Dolf. "I begs pardon for de 'ruption. Jis' go on, sweetest Miss Clo'."
The duel of Tancred and Argantes, in which the latter is slain, is as earnest and fiery writing throughout as truth and passion could desire; that of Tancred and Clorinda is also very powerful as well as affecting; and the whole siege of Jerusalem is admirable for the strength of its interest.
Malkiel's Almanac, bound in dull pink and silver brocade by Miss Clorinda Dolbrett of the Cromwell Road, upon a small tulip-wood table near the telescope, patted a sofa cushion affectionately on the head, glanced around with the meditative eye of the butler born not made, and quitted the comfortable apartment with a salaried, but soft, footstep.
"'Tis Mistress Clorinda, Sir Jeoffry," she stammered "my lady's last infant the one of whom she died in childbed." His big laugh broke in two, as one might say. He looked down at the young fury and stared. She was out of breath with beating him, and had ceased and fallen back apace, and was staring up at him also, breathing defiance and hatred.
But Aunt Mary lived there too the only relative Clorinda had, for Aunt Emmy wasn't really her aunt at all. Clorinda had always lived with Aunt Mary ever since she could remember. Clorinda went home and upstairs to her little room under the eaves, where the great bare willow boughs were branching athwart her windows. She was thinking over what Aunt Emmy had said about Christmas gifts and giving.
Anne cried, running to her and kneeling at her side. "Clorinda! God have mercy! What is't?"
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