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"Oh, she's climbed up so high, queens isn't good enough company for her," suggested Abigail Walker, coming to Dolly's help. "Now, you two go your ways like tidy maids," said the voice of Tom Fenton behind them; "and don't make such a to-do of a Sabbath morning. "Jenny, I'll see you home if you give me leave."
Poor Dolly's heart a little, gentle, idle, fickle thing; giddy, restless, fluttering; constant to nothing but bright looks, and smiles and laughter Dolly's heart was breaking. Emma had known grief, and could bear it better. She had little comfort to impart, but she could soothe and tend her, and she did so; and Dolly clung to her like a child to its nurse.
He was looking for traces of the conversation which he knew that, staying so long in Dolly's room, she must have had with her. But in her expression of restrained excitement, and of a sort of reserve, he could find nothing but the beauty that always bewitched him afresh though he was used to it, the consciousness of it, and the desire that it should affect him.
And he's moy sister Dolly's Uncle Moses, he is. And moy sister Dolly she had a piece of koyk with a beadle in it. She had. A dead beadle!" But this evidence was ruled out of court by general consent; or rather, perhaps, it should be said that the witness remained in the box giving evidence of the same nature for his own satisfaction, while the court's attention wandered.
He had tried to poison Dolly's mind with doses of social nonsense in which he believed about as much as a quack believes in his own pills but his main reliance now was placed in his hold upon her romantic heart, and in her vague ambitions. Pure and faithful love was not to be expected from his nature; but he had invested in Dolly all the affection he could spare from self.
You never see more than the outside, but then I am in dear Dolly's confidence. 'What do you mean, Connie? said Miss Hacket, eagerly.
And I want to shop and call on Dolly's friend she's going soon." "All right. Can you be ready by eleven?" She considered. "Yes I reckon," she drawled, prettily swinging her foot and watching the tree-tops above the distant swamp. Harry Cresswell, left alone, rang the bell for the butler. "Still thinking of going, are you, Sam?" asked Cresswell, carelessly, when the servant appeared.
"No; I can't!" Miss Fox said briefly. "Tell everyone that I'm lying down with a terrible headache, won't you?" "But why?" asked Susan. For the headache was obviously a fiction. "You know that mustard-colored linen with the black embroidery that Dolly's worn once or twice, don't you?" asked Connie, with apparent irrelevancy. Susan nodded, utterly at a loss.
Nobody would do that. Dot ty!" and Dolly's loud call brought Dotty flying. Mrs. Rose followed, and both stood aghast with consternation when Dolly announced, "The cake is gone!" "Gone! What do you mean?" and Dotty looked around the shelves in a dazed sort of way. "I mean what I say," cried Dolly impatiently. "Our cake is gone, and, as Maria says, somebody must have stolen it." "Stolen it!
"Don't cry," he said. "I want you to be brave and calm now, for Dolly's sake. I want your help, for Dolly's sake, remember." She recollected Aimée's words "Mr. Gowan has seen him" and a sudden light flashed upon her. The tears seemed to dry of their own accord all at once, as she looked up. "Yes," she answered. He knew, without hearing another word, that he might trust her.
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