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Robin reddened to the eyes, for he could but impatiently brook such personal scrutiny; and his annoyance increased when he saw that his embarrassment was noticed by his courtly companion. "We do not call her mistress here," he said at length; "but I pray you tell me where she is I mean the Lady Constantia's attendant, little Barbara Iverk."

He made that mental reservation as they walked along together in front of their elders, and then glancing sideways at the wonderful hair again, decided he liked fair hair best. Constantia's was dark. They soon outdistanced the two men who followed at a leisurely pace. Mr. Aston looked after them and said kindly: "The little girl still gives trouble, I see." "Occasionally."

And now they were going to open the door without knocking even... Constantia's eyes were enormous at the idea; Josephine felt weak in the knees. "You you go first," she gasped, pushing Constantia. But Constantia said, as she always had said on those occasions, "No, Jug, that's not fair. You're the eldest."

The great aquiline nose the shrewd, canny Scotch look and the big mouth alas, that mouth! When it smiles I am enraged. Oh, Jane! Why dost thou haunt me, night and day, with thy devotion and thy violets and thy nose! Let women be gentle, with soft glances that thrill soft, dark flames. Constantia's glance? Constantia? Nay, fickle. Fickle moon of yesternight that drips drips drips.

In Miss Constantia's intonation of her favourite 'impossible! it seemed to me that there mingled a dash of sadness, a kind of musical and melancholy cadence, which was followed by an unconscious absence of mind, evidencing the fact, that her thoughts were what is vulgarly termed 'wool-gathering. On mentioning this impression to Mrs Smith, she complimented us on our keen observation, since, in truth, a tinge of the romantic did attach to the history of the fair Constantia; and she then sketched the following outline, leaving all details to be filled up by the imagination of the auditor:

"But I could speak that which would make the red cheek pale, lady what think you of of of MURDER?" Constantia's eye gleamed for a moment, like a meteor, and then it became fixed and faded; her form assumed the rigidity of marble, and at each respiration her lips fell more and more apart.

Now it is of that boy I would have spoken to Mistress Cecil, for my heart misgives me " Farther communication was interrupted by the entrance of Constantia's maid, who came to ascertain if the widow Hays were really dying. "My lady has trouble enough of her own, the Lord knows; but she will leave watching by the bed-side of my poor distraught master, if she can render any aid."

He returned Constantia's look of contempt with one of sarcasm the peculiar glance that becomes so effective from under a half-closed lid and then his eye glared like that of the hooded snake, while he replied, "Methought the lady in her chamber: the destined bride, during the day, keeps to her own apartment; 'tis the soft night that draws her forth to interchange love-pledges and soft sayings."

"My husband, who is indeed a most kind counsellor in all things, says that I ought to tender any assistance I can offer, seeing that I am near London, and you may require sundry habits befitting a bridal; if so, command my services as fully as you do my affections." Lady Frances placed the letter on Constantia's writing-table, and for some time offered no observation on its contents.

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