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The finding of this postscript drove out of Miss Euphrasia's mind another thought that had suddenly come into it as she turned the letter over in her fingers. It was some minutes before she went back to it; minutes in which she was quite absorbed with simple suggestions and peradventures in Sylvie's behalf. But "Brickfield Farms? Sandon? Josephus Browne." When had she heard those names before?
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.
A young woman who was a stunner, who rode wild horses and fell off them and rode them again, was beyond the pale not only of Euphrasia's experience but of her imagination likewise. And this hoyden had talked as though she took an interest in Austen! Euphrasia was speechless. "The next time I saw her," said Tom, "was when she came down here to listen to Humphrey Crewe's attacks on the railroad.
The infatuated youth walked to and fro under Madame Euphrasia's windows, like the polar bears in their cage at the Jardin des Plantes, with his right hand thrust beneath his waistcoat in the region of the heart, which he was fit to tear from his bosom, but as yet he had only wrenched at the elastic of his braces. "What can one do to raise ten thousand francs?" he asked himself.
During her brief married life there had been periods of defiance from her lasting a week, when she would not speak to Hilary or look at him, and these periods would be followed by violent spells of weeping in Euphrasia's arms, when the house was no place for Hilary.
The infatuated youth walked to and fro under Madame Euphrasia's windows, like the polar bears in their cage at the Jardin des Plantes, with his right hand thrust beneath his waistcoat in the region of the heart, which he was fit to tear from his bosom, but as yet he had only wrenched at the elastic of his braces. "What can one do to raise ten thousand francs?" he asked himself.
"I was just thinking of you!" she said, in a low voice of tenderness which many people would not have recognized as Euphrasia's; as though her thoughts of him were the errant ones of odd moments! "I'm so glad you come. It's lonesome here of evenings, Austen." He entered silently and sat down beside her, in a Windsor chair which had belonged to some remote Austen of bygone days.
Euphrasia had almost forgotten that, such had been the strange harmony of their communion. "Have you the right to tell Austen?" she demanded. "Have I?" Victoria repeated. And then, as the full meaning of the question came to her; the colour flooded into her face, and she would have fled, if she could, bud Euphrasia's words came in a torrent. "You've made him unhappy, as well as Hilary.
To know that he missed Austen, to feel that Hilary was being justly punished for his treatment of her idol, for his callous neglect and lack of realization of the blessings of his life these were Euphrasia's grim compensations.
Euphrasia had almost forgotten that, such had been the strange harmony of their communion. "Have you the right to tell Austen?" she demanded. "Have I?" Victoria repeated. And then, as the full meaning of the question came to her; the colour flooded into her face, and she would have fled, if she could, bud Euphrasia's words came in a torrent. "You've made him unhappy, as well as Hilary.
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