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Entering the office, Louis was cordially greeted by one of the three gentlemen who had called on us. He evidently anticipated his errand, for he said: "So, you are come for Willie Moore and Burton Brown?" "Yes, sir," Louis replied. "Can I go to the room for them?" "As you please, Mr. Desmonde, I can call them down. Their room is not a very desirable place for a lady to visit."
Desmonde tells me your house is in the country; how sublime the country is! You see sunrises and sunsets, do you not?" "I hope I do," I replied. "There is great pleasure in watching nature." "Oh! the country is so sublime, don't you think so?" "Well that depends on your ideas of the sublime; I do not imagine milking cows and butter-making would correspond with the general ideas of sublimity."
I was twenty-one years old the previous March, and it seemed to me I looked much younger than when two years ago we saw for the first time the face of our Clara Desmonde. March was a sort of wild month to find one's birthday in, and I never think of it without recalling the saying of one who had seen hard work and sorrow as well.
Desmonde, I need great love and sympathy; I am not all I want to be; my lot in life has been in some respects very hard to bear; I never knew my mother's love, and when old enough to desire the companionship man needs, I had an experience which killed the flower of my affection I thought its roots were as dead as its leaves, until I met you. Oh! Mrs.
"You admit this as a fact?" "Yes; before a judge, if you desire," I said. "That being the case, let me here say from my heart I am not as much in love with Mrs. Desmonde as I might be, and one reason is that I find her more and more enveloped in the strange fancies peculiar, I judge, to herself alone." "What am I to understand from this? Strange fancies, indeed!
She gave me such a warm smile of recognition, and a moment after turned to us all and said, "My name is Clara Estelle Desmonde, call me Clara," and with hearty hand-shaking passed into the house as one of us.
It was a fancy sketch, but the face, eyes and hair, those of Mrs. Desmonde, I know. He had clothed her in exquisitely lovely apparel, and she was looking out over a waste of waters, but I cannot describe it justly. If her son were here, he would secure it at any price. I touched his shoulder; he turned, and with the strangest look in his eyes.
"Wall, miss, she mout be two or three good steps from that thar brick-colored house." "Oh, clear over there? Well," I said, "I'll go over if Lou Desmonde will go with me." "I will go, only never call me that again. Matthias calls me Mas'r Louis, and he says I remind him of a mighty nice fellow down in South Carliny," said Louis. "Yis, sah, you does," said Matthias.
Several said to us: "Why, we didn't know as you would come" to which I said: "Oh, yes! of course we proposed to come;" and for once I was wise enough not to ask why. I told Clara, she certainly had planted good seed, for not one word of scandal escaped the lips of Jane that evening, only praise of the beautiful Mis' Desmonde. It was only a few days after the donation, that Mr.
Desmonde?" leaning forward to catch Louis' eye, and plying her flashy fan with renewed energy and great care to show the ring of emeralds and diamonds that glistened on her right fore-finger. "I cannot say, Miss Lear, I am going up to find out the ways and expect to be Miss Emily's assistant. I imagine it takes brain to do farm work."
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