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I forgot to wind my clock. I suppose it's very late." "No," said Ludlow, "it's so very early that I ought to apologize for coming, I suppose. But I wished to see Miss Saunders " He stopped, feeling that he had given too rude a hint. Charmian did not take it amiss. "Oh, Cornelia is usually up at all sorts of unnatural hours of the day.
There was something in her face, and manner, and voice, he had never before seen or heard, and madame who watched every expression of her husband was easily led to the same observation. She observed Cornelia closely, and her gay laugh especially revealed some change.
As Cornelia turned upon him, he stopped a moment, standing quite motionless, with the fingers of one hand resting on the side of the house. Then he came close up to her and grasped her wrist with his gloved hand. "Where is Sophie?" demanded he in his rapid, muffled voice.
His mother Cornelia was the daughter of the conqueror of Zama, who, simply on account of that generous intervention, had chosen his former opponent as a son-in-law; she herself was a highly cultivated and notable woman, who after the death of her much older husband had refused the hand of the king of Egypt and reared her three surviving children in memory of her husband and her father.
"Oh how well I can imagine madame's hurry and distress," said Cornelia. "She hardly knew how to reach London quickly enough. She said thought would have been too slow for her. But Lauder's tale proved to be true. Her first action was to take possession of the demented man, and surround him with every comfort.
<b>PACZKA-WAGNER, CORNELIA.</b> Honorable mention, Berlin, 1890. Born in Göttingen, 1864. She has been, in the main, her own instructor, living for some years in Rome for the purpose of study. Beautiful drawings by her were exhibited at the International Water-Color Exhibition in Dresden, 1892.
"She looks ethereal, as if refined for a translation to heaven," continued Cornelia musingly; then suddenly lifting her head, she listened an instant, and exclaimed angrily: "It is very strange that I am not to have an hour's peace and enjoyment with you, without " The door opened, and a graceful form and lovely face approached the fireplace.
"I'm here, and it's too quaint for words! Everything's different! I suppose England is different, isn't it, Aunt Soph?" "Very different!" Miss Briskett's tones fairly bubbled with innuendoes. She put down her rolled slice of bread and butter, and added frostily, "Before we go any further, Cornelia, I must really beg you to address me by my proper name. My name is Sophia.
It was more than even Miss Cornelia Bugbee could do to transform this gay creature into a lackadaisical young lady; though, as she tried her very best to do so, none ought to blame her because she failed of success. All her stock of novels she lent to Laura, who read them, every one, in secret, skipping only the dull and didactic pages.
Cornelia shivered as she sat down on the edge of this divan, and Charmian ran back to put another stick of lightwood on the fire, and turn the gas down to a blue flame. She pulled down rugs and draperies, and dragged them toward the alcove for covering. "Oh, how different it is from the way I always supposed it would be when I expected to sleep here!"
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