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"Where are you going?" asked Euphrasia, sharply. "To Fairview," he said. Euphrasia moved the kettle to another part of the stove. "You'll see her?" she said. "Who?" Austen asked. But his voice must have betrayed him a little, for Euphrasia turned and seized him by the elbows and looked up into his face. "Victoria," she said.
"Well, I'm mighty glad to see you, anyhow," he said heartily. "It was fond of you to call, Euphrasia. I can't offer you a cigar." "I should think not," said Euphrasia. Tom reddened. He still retained for her some of his youthful awe. "I can't do the honours of hospitality as I'd wish to," he went on; "I can't give you anything like the pies you used to give me."
Please don't!" and she seized Euphrasia by the arms, as though seeking by physical force to stop the intolerable flow of words. "Oh, you don't know me; you can't understand me if you say that. How can you be so cruel?" In another moment she had gone, leaving Euphrasia standing in the middle of the floor, staring after her through the doorway.
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.
"Why haven't you tried it, Phrasie?" he retorted. He was not prepared for what followed. Euphrasia did not answer at once, but presently her knitting dropped to her lap, and she sat staring at the old clock on the kitchen shelf. "He never asked me," she said, simply. Austen was silent.
Charles Burton sold his residence to a wealthy gentleman and removed with his family to a distant city. That was the only change that occurred except the departure of Mrs. Euphrasia Anastasia Strain, who went home about this time to visit her ma; and that of Rose Wynn, who left off going to church and Sabbath School, to become wholly invisible a few weeks after.
Her hair had been golden-brown; there was plenty of it still; it had kept so much of the gold that it was now like a tender mist through which the light flashes and smiles. Of all color-changes, this is the rarest. Miss Euphrasia smiled at her own look. "It is the home-face, I guess; Christie will know it." Smiling, she showed white edges of perfect teeth.
"Yes, it's me," said Euphrasia; "I've been to market, and I had a notion to see you before I went home." Mr. Gaylord took the office-boy lightly by the collar of his coat and lifted him, sprinkling can and all, out of the doorway and closed the door. Then he drew his revolving chair close to Euphrasia, and sat down.
Curiosity seized Euphrasia with the intensity of a passion. Who was this woman? When and where had he seen her? Ripton could not have produced her for it was characteristic of Euphrasia that no girl of her acquaintance was worthy to be raised to such a height; Austen's wife would be an unknown of ideal appearance and attainments. Hence indignation rocked Euphrasia, and doubts swayed her.
"Shall I make off with the money that I must pay on the registration of that conveyance? Good heavens! my loan would not ruin the purchaser, a man with seven millions! And then next day I would fling myself at his feet and say, 'I have taken ten thousand francs belonging to you, sir; I am twenty-two years of age, and I am in love with Euphrasia that is my story.
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