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He presently left Steinmetz and the prince engaged in a controversy with the countess as to a meeting-place at the luncheon-hour. Maggie and Catrina were at the piano. Etta was looking at a book of photographs. "A charming house, princess," said De Chauxville, in a voice that all could hear while the music happened to be soft. But Catrina's music was more remarkable for strength than for softness.
"My dear brother, I think you will like to hear our Bournemouth news," etc. I can imagine him tossing it aside as he opens his other letters: "Gladys has actually written to me. I suppose she wants another cheque. See what she says, Etta. You may read it aloud, if you like, while I finish my breakfast." Now do not look incredulous.
The girls were kind, kinder, on the whole, than the grown-up world, and they were perfectly willing to give her their left arms round the garden, but their right would be occupied by their real friends, to whom they would be telling their experiences, and Henrietta would only come in for a, "Wasn't it sickening, Etta?" now and then. She was disappointed, and she relaxed her efforts.
"Who do you think was just in, Rosie? Emil Hahn." "Sol is going to make for me, Roody, one of those little packing-case cribs like he built for Etta up in the pants-factory, so when the machine works it rocks, too. Did did the check from Solomon & Glauber come in on the last mail, Roody?" "Now, Rosie, you mustn't worry yourself about such " "What you looking so funny for, Roody?"
Pasmer, and was Cantabrigian by marriage though this is not saying that she was not also thoroughly so by convincement and usage she now rarely went into Boston society. "Yes, Etta just. But I wasn't sure of it," said Mrs. Pasmer, "when I woke yesterday. I was a mere aching jelly!" "And Alice?" "Oh; I don't think she had any physical consciousness. She was a mere rapturous memory!"
Besides," he paused, looking round the room, "there are associations within these walls which stimulate the memory." "What do you mean?" asked Etta, in a hard voice. The hand holding the album suddenly shook like a leaf in the wind. De Chauxville had stood upright, his hand at his mustache, after the manner of a man whose small-talk is exhausted.
"What is the secret you are going to tell me?" asked Graeme. "I don't know whether I ought to tell. But it will be safe with you. Graeme, the big doctor is engaged." "Well," said Graeme. "It is not all smooth sailing, yet. I am afraid it may interfere somewhat with his success in retrieving the fortunes of the family, as Etta has always been hoping he might do.
Then his eyes fell on the church in the neighboring hollow, and he crossed himself, murmuring a few words in Italian. She guessed their meaning. He was thanking the Virgin for having sent to his rescue a girl who reminded him of his lost Etta. "Yes," he said, "I will come.
His eyes rolled wildly, closed; his mouth twitched, fell wide open; there came from his throat a sound Susan had never heard before, but she knew what it was, what it meant. Etta and Ashbel were overwhelmed afresh by the disgrace of having their parents buried in Potter's Field for the insurance money went for debts.
"That is nothing to be ashamed of," said Etta. "I don't believe any of the other girls can write German letters. But, Gretchen, do you honestly want to give yourself to your Saviour, and to live so as to serve and please him?" "Yes, Miss Etta. I shall never forget the night you prayed for me when I was so sick. You said the Lord Jesus would hear the prayer, and take me if I came to him.
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