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And she led the way onward; through the little passage, to the room where she had spent most of her days. It was flooded with level, yellow rays of light that seemed to be searching the corners in vain for dust. Victoria paused in the doorway. "I'm afraid you do me an injustice," she said. "I like some kitchens." "You don't look as if you knew much about 'em," was Euphrasia's answer.
So Desire had the letter to read that day when she came home; and then Rachel Froke told her how it was that she must go away for a while; and Desire went round to Miss Euphrasia's room in the twilight, and gave her back her letter, and talked it all over with her; and they two next day explained the most of it to Hazel.
Austen's words, unconsciously, were an answer to her thoughts. "It isn't anybody's fault but my own," he said. Euphrasia's lips were tightly closed.
"Oh," said Victoria, with a glance into the shadowy depths of the room, "please don't open it for me. Can't we go," she added, with an inspiration, "can't we go into the kitchen?" She knew it was Euphrasia's place. "Well," said Euphrasia, "I shouldn't have thought you'd care much about kitchens."
Was this strange, bronzed, quietly humorous young man his son? Hilary even had to raise his eyes a little; he had forgotten how tall Austen was. Strange emotions, unbidden and unwelcome, ran riot in his breast; and Hilary Vane, who made no slips before legislative committees or supreme courts, actually found himself saying: "Euphrasia's got your room ready."
With Victoria once again in the light, Euphrasia scrutinized her with appalling frankness, taking in every detail of her costume and at length raising her eyes to the girl's face. Victoria coloured. On her visits about the country-side she had met women of Euphrasia's type before, and had long ago ceased to be dismayed by their manner.
With Victoria once again in the light, Euphrasia scrutinized her with appalling frankness, taking in every detail of her costume and at length raising her eyes to the girl's face. Victoria coloured. On her visits about the country-side she had met women of Euphrasia's type before, and had long ago ceased to be dismayed by their manner.
And she led the way onward; through the little passage, to the room where she had spent most of her days. It was flooded with level, yellow rays of light that seemed to be searching the corners in vain for dust. Victoria paused in the doorway. "I'm afraid you do me an injustice," she said. "I like some kitchens." "You don't look as if you knew much about 'em," was Euphrasia's answer.
That's the first time I ever met her, although I had often seen her and thought she was a stunner to look at. She talked as if she took an interest in Austen." An exact portrayal of Euphrasia's feelings at this description of the object of Austen's affections is almost impossible.
"But I have no errand with her," he objected, mystified yet excited by Euphrasia's manner. "She fetched Hilary home," said Euphrasia. "Yes." She couldn't have be'n kinder if she was his own daughter." "I know " he began, but Euphrasia interrupted. "She sent that Englishman for the doctor, and waited to take the news to her father, and she came out in this kitchen and talked to me."
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