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Perhaps your cousin." "Maggie?" "Yes," answered Paul. For the first time since he had entered the room his eyes were averted from Etta's face. "She would not live with me," said the princess curtly. Paul seemed to be reflecting. When he next spoke it was in a kinder voice. "You need not tell the circumstances which have given rise to this arrangement." Etta shrugged her shoulders.
A pause, then: "Nothing is going to be dreadful to me any more. It's all in the game, as Mr. Burlingham used to say." "Burlingham who's he?" It was Etta's first faint clew toward that mysterious past of Susan's into which she longed to peer. "Oh a man I knew. He's dead." A long pause, Etta watching Susan's unreadable face. At last she said: "You don't seem a bit excited."
She was still pretty, but not the beauty she had been when she was ejected from the class in which she was bred. However, she gave the change in herself little thought; it was the rapid decline of Etta's prettiness and freshness that worried her most. Not many weeks after the fire and the deeper plunge, she began to be annoyed by Ashbel. In his clumsy, clownish way he was making advances to her.
And one reason I didn't give in my name with the others that day at Miss Etta's was because I was afraid Miss Eunice or somebody, the minister, perhaps, would ask me questions." "Didn't you want to talk to the minister?" "No; it seemed like going to confession, and that I promised my father I'd never do. Besides, I didn't think I was good enough."
Her continuing to attend the Wednesday meetings, and her serious attention when there, were good signs; so was Etta's voluntary attendance at the Sunday evening service, a thing that had never happened before, and Eunice began to hope that the solemn, earnest realities of life would yet become precious to her light-hearted, wayward sister.
Then came a silence. Paul broke it at length with an effort, standing, as it were, on the edge of the forbidden topic. "Steinmetz will take you all the way," he said, "and then come back to me. You can safely trust yourself to his care." "Yes," answered the girl, looking at the food set before her with a helpless stare. "It is not that. Can I safely trust Etta's memory to your judgment?
Two days later, as quietly as her life had ended, Etta's body, with her baby on its breast, was put into the ground, and mingled with David Guard's voice as he read the service for the dead was the far-off murmur of city noises, the soft rise and fall of city sounds. With Mrs. Mundy and Mrs.
It did not last long. No matter how wildly shallow waters are stirred, they soon calm and murmur placidly on again. The three who had left her would have been amazed could they have seen her a few minutes after Etta's train rolled out of the Union Station.
"I'm crazy about you, Lorna. . . . Tell me Were you Had you been before we met?" "Yes," said Susan. "Why don't you deny it?" he exclaimed. "Why don't you fool me, as Etta fooled Gus?" "Etta's story is different from mine," said Susan. "She's had no experience at all, compared to me." "I don't believe it," declared he. "I know she's been stuffing Fatty, has made him think that you led her away.
Etta's peculiarities, however, were well known, and he concluded she had some new project in her head, in which she desired his assistance and, as usual, could not wait a moment to put it into execution. He was rather surprised by the tear-swollen eyes and the resolute expression of face, and after courteously welcoming his visitor, waited somewhat impatiently to hear what she had to say.
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