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She had seen this still more clearly during the subsequent meetings, from which her duty to her own class would not permit her to be absent. Dishonesty and hypocrisy were not Etta's vices; she could not pretend to be what she was not, and yet she could not shake off the impression that she ought to give herself to Christ and openly confess his name.
A high wind was blowing, the first of the equinoctial gales heralding the spring. The sound of the wind in the great chimney was like the moaning of high rigging at sea. The door opened and Steinmetz came in. Etta's face hardened, her lips closed with a snap. Steinmetz looked at her and at Maggie. For once he seemed to have no pleasantry ready for use.
When Henrietta saw it, she determined that it should be her own baby. "Oh, you little darling, you darling, darling baby!" she murmured over and over again. "Now you are happy, aren't you, Miss Etta?" said Ellen; she had always felt sorry for Henrietta out in the cold. The baby very much improved Etta's circumstances.
If she would only have let him alone; but that is not Etta's way: she must make or mar people's lives. There was a concentrated bitterness in Gladys's voice, and her face grew stern. 'There was no love between them. Eric detested Etta, and on her side I know she disliked him.
Many, many thanks," and, seizing her hand, he pressed it to his lips. "Will you not now allow me to see my fair Henrietta?" he asked. "Oh, I have been a little flurried, and did forget it was quite dark. I'll light the lamp in a minute." Etta's sweet voice was now heard humming a song in the next room.
Steinmetz, who was behind, saw everything. He saw Vassili's masklike face contract with stupefaction when he set eyes on Etta. He saw the self-contained Russian give a little gasp, and mutter an exclamation before he collected himself sufficiently to bow and conceal his face. But he could not see Etta's face for a moment or two until the formal greetings were over.
Whenever he thought that Catrina's hatred needed stimulation he mentioned Etta's name. "There are other questions in my mind," he went on, "some of which you can answer, mademoiselle, if you care to." Catrina's face expressed no great willingness to oblige. "The Charity League," said De Chauxville, looking at her keenly; "I have always had a feeling of curiosity respecting it.
'If Miss Garston has no more orders to give me, observed Miss Darrell, with ill-concealed temper, 'I may as well go, for I am rather tired of this, Giles. And she followed Leah, and we could hear them whispering in the little passage leading to the housekeeper's room. 'You must not mind Etta's little show of temper, remarked Mr. Hamilton apologetically.
When I try to sleep the words of Etta's note pass before me like frightened children, crying crying, and then again these children sing a dreary chant, and still again the chant becomes a chorus which repeats itself until I am unnerved; and they seem to be calling me, these little children, and begging me to help make clean and safe the paths that they must tread. I am just one woman.
If I had crossed the Muretto, I should not be lame to-day; but I took Corvatsch in my path, and I fell, and when I saw Etta's grave the grass was growing on it. Come! The turf is sixteen years old now." Breaking off thus abruptly, he swung away into the open pasture. Bower, heavy with wrath and care, strode close behind.
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