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"Come in and set down," she said; and seeing Victoria glance at Hilary's horse, she added, "Oh, he'll stand there till doomsday." Victoria, thinking that the situation would be less awkward, accepted the invitation, and Euphrasia shut the door. The hall, owing to the fact that the shutters of the windows by the stairs were always closed, was in semidarkness.
Victoria started. It was Euphrasia who was speaking, and unmistakable pride was in her voice. Fortunately for Victoria, who would not in the least have known what to reply, steps were heard on the porch, and Euphrasia opened the door. Mr. Rangely had returned. "Here's the doctor, Miss Flint," he said, "and I'll wait for you outside." Victoria rose as young Dr. Tredway came forward.
Euphrasia could, at any moment, by revealing her identity, have averted the greatest sufferings and dangers from Philaster, Arethusa, and herself, and the only motive for her keeping silence is represented to have been a feeling of maidenly shame at her position. Such strained and fantastic motives are too often made the pivot of the action in Beaumont and Fletcher's tragi-comedies.
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 have something to say to you," he added significantly, "and this meeting will save me a trip to Fairview." "Certainly I'll wait," she said. "You can come along with me," said Euphrasia, "if you've a notion to." Victoria was of two minds whether to accept this invitation.
The right and the wrong are the reins with which we are guided into the very best, sooner or later; yes, sooner and later. If we will go God's way, we shall have manifold more in this present world, and in the world to come life everlasting. Mr. and Mrs. Kirkbright went away to New York on the afternoon of their marriage. Miss Euphrasia went up to Brickfields.
"How do you know?" he asked, as though he were merely curious. "Because I'm a woman, and she's a woman," said Euphrasia. "Oh, she didn't confess it. If she had, I shouldn't think so much of her. But she told me as plain as though she had spoken it in words, before she left this room." Austen shook his head again. "Phrasie," he said, "I'm afraid you've been building castles in Spain."
In two years he was a widower, and he never tried it again; he had the Austens' house, and that many-edged woman, Euphrasia Cotton, the Austens' housekeeper. The house was of wood, and was painted white as regularly as leap year.
Euphrasia, however, grasped some of the problems which Austen had had to face. Moreover, she had learned what she had come for, and the obvious thing to do now was to go home and reflect. So, without further ceremony, she walked to the door and opened it, and turned again with her hand on the knob. "Look here, Tom Gaylord," she said, "if you tell Austen I was here, I'll never forgive you.
And, dear Miss Euphrasia, that is all we've got now, except just a few hundred dollars on deposit in the Continental, and the other four thousand of the mortgage, that mother put into Manufacturers' Insurance stock, to pacify me. If the land doesn't sell out there in six months, as Mr. Saftleigh says it will, I don't know where any more income for us is to come from.
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