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"There's another verse in that book she liked," said Euphrasia, "but it always was sad to me." Victoria took the book, and read again: "Weary wind, who wanderest Like the world's rejected guest, Hast thou still some secret nest On the tree or billow?" Euphrasia laid the volume tenderly on the shelf, and turned and faced Victoria.
This trouble of his was the common point on which he and Euphrasia touched, and they touched only to quarrel. Let us out with it Hilary Vane had a wild son, whose name was Austen. Euphrasia knew that in his secret soul Mr. Vane attributed this wildness, and what he was pleased to designate as profligacy, to the Austen blood. And Euphrasia resented it bitterly.
I have only seen her a few times. She lives a different life and with other people. She will marry a man who can give her more." "Do you think I could be deceived?" exclaimed Euphrasia, almost fiercely. "It's as true as the sun shining on that mountain. You believe she loves the Englishman, but I tell you she loves you you." He turned towards her.
And, for that matter, if one of those brutes had once fallen in love with you, you would hold sensible men in horror." "Brutes are put out of the question by the Code," said the tall, sarcastic Aquilina. "I thought you had more kindness for the army," laughed Euphrasia. "How happy they are in their power of dethroning their reason in this way," Raphael exclaimed.
There was another chair against the low wainscoting, and Victoria drew it over beside Hilary and sat down in it. He did not seem to notice the action, and Euphrasia continued to stand. Standing seemed to be the natural posture of this remarkable woman, Victoria thought a posture of vigilance, of defiance.
A trace of colour actually rose under Euphrasia's sallow skin, and she cast her eyes downward. "You've known him a good while, haven't you, Tom?" "All my life," said Tom, mystified again, "all my life. And I, think more of him than of anybody else in the world." "I calculated as much," she said; "that's why I came." She hesitated. Artful Euphrasia! We will let the ingenuous Mr.
"I've been around the State some this week, talking to people I know, and I believe if your Austen wasn't so obstinate, we could make him governor." "Obstinate?" ejaculated Euphrasia. "Yes," said Tom, with a twinkle in his eye, "obstinate. He doesn't seem to want something that most men would give their souls for." "And why should he dirty himself with politics?" she demanded.
"Once," she continued, without appearing to remark the emotion of her auditor, "Mr Delvile thought of uniting him with his cousin Lady Honoria; but he never could endure the proposal; and who shall blame his repugnance? her sister, indeed, Lady Euphrasia, is much preferable, her education has been better, and her fortune is much more considerable.
Austen had not forgotten his promise to Euphrasia, and he had gone to Hanover Street many times since his sojourn at Mr. Jabe Jenney's. Usually these visits had taken place in the middle of the day, when Euphrasia, with gentle but determined insistence, had made him sit down before some morsel which she had prepared against his coming, and which he had not the heart to refuse.
She had an intense desire to get outside, but this was counter-balanced by a sudden curiosity to see more of this strange woman who loved but one person in the world. Tom Gaylord had told Victoria that. She followed Euphrasia to the back of the hall. "There's the parlour," said Euphrasia; "it's never be'n used since Mrs. Vane died, but there it is."
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