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"Stuff!" ejaculated Miss Deemas, pecking a piece of cake out of her fingers as she would, metaphorically of course, have pecked the eyes out of the head of Frank Willders, or any other man. "Didn't you say he put a blanket round you?" "Of course, Miss Deemas; I should have died otherwise of pure shame." "No, you wouldn't," retorted the Eagle.
Miss Tippet here interrupted with, "No, no;" but her stern friend imposing silence, with an eagle look, continued: "All burned to ashes, and also your sweet Loo. By way of putting an extremely fine point on her sarcasm, Miss Deemas turned to Willie, with a very condescending air, and said: "Pray, when did your sister marry Mr Frederick Auberly?"
Then Miss Deemas seated herself on the sofa, and asked her "dear friend" how she did, and how she felt, and whether things in general were much as usual; from which elevated region of generalities she gradually descended into the more particular sphere of gossip and scandal. It is only just to Miss Tippet to say that the Eagle did not find her a congenial bird of prey in this region.
"No," said Loo; "dear papa is not well to-night, but he is to send the carriage for me. Oh, I wish," she continued, reverting to the previous subject, "I wish I could do something for these poor people. I'm so very, very sorry for the fairy." "So you can, if you choose," said Miss Deemas sharply.
A moment later, and Matty ushered in a very tall, broad-shouldered, strapping lady; if we may venture to use that expression in reference to one of the fair sex. Miss Deemas was a sort of human eagle. She had an eagle eye, an aquiline nose, an eagle flounce, and an eagle heart.
"My dear Miss Tippet, I shall never, no never, get over it." So said, and so undoubtedly thought, a thin little old lady with remarkably bright eyes, and a sweet old face, as she sat sipping tea at Miss Tippet's elbow. It was in the drawing-room of Miss Deemas that she sat, and the Eagle sat opposite to her. "It was very dreadful," responded Miss Tippet with a sigh "very." "It was awful.
"Noble fellows!" shouted Miss Deemas, with flashing eyes, "d'you call it noble to pull me out of bed, and roll me in a blanket and shoot me down a a I don't know what, like a sack of coals? Noble fellows, indeed! Brutes!"
Here Miss Deemas clasped her hands above her head in a passion of conflicting feelings, and, being unable to find words for utterance, burst into a flood of tears, dropped into a chair, and covered her face with both hands. "Dear, dear, darling Julia!" said Miss Tippet soothingly. "Don't speak to me!" sobbed the Eagle passionately, and stamping her foot; "I can't bear to think of it."
Thus much Mrs Denman said with dignity to Miss Deemas. The remainder of her speech she addressed to Miss Tippet. "But, my dear, I feel that although I owe this young man a debt of gratitude which I can never repay, I shall never be able to look my preserver in the face. I know that his mind will always revert, when he sees me, to the fi fig the figure that he lifted out of that easy-chair.
She paused suddenly at this point, and, descending from her platform, advised Miss Tippet to dismiss the boy at once. Poor Miss Tippet prepared to do so. She was completely under the power of Miss Deemas, whom, strange to say, she loved dearly.
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