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You are thin as a rail, and don't weigh anything to speak of. Get in here this minute, and if Job gets tired, I'll make you all walk home." Alan mounted to the front seat, where he made himself comfortable, with a boyish disregard of Florence's fresh pink gingham gown; Mrs.
He seemed to have lost his appetite and merely toyed with his food. When he arose from the table, Curtis supported him to the library. "It is very painful to me this conduct of Florence's, Curtis," he said, as he sank into his armchair. "I understand it fully, uncle," said Curtis. "When I think of it, it makes me very angry with the misguided girl." "Perhaps I have been too harsh too stern!"
Florence's convalescence took place in her own home without any inquiries whatever from the outer world, but Julia's was spent in great part at the telephone. Even a poem was repeated to her by the instrument: How the world blooms anew To think that you Can speak again, Can hear The words of men And the dear Own voice of you. This was Newland Sanders.
To watch the shadows of the clouds and leaves, and seem to feel a sympathy with shadows. It was natural that he should. To him, life and the world were nothing else. He began to show now that he thought of Florence's fatigue: and often taxed his weakness to whisper to her, 'Go and walk, my dearest, in the sweet air.
"They might be friends without meeting now," said Cecilia. "Hardly. If the awkwardness were not got over at once, it would never be got over. I almost think she is right, though if I was her I should long to have it over." That was Florence's judgment in the matter.
Julia leaned forward, laughing, and suddenly clapped her hands together, close to Florence's face. "No, I won't!" she cried. "There!" The niece frowned, lines of anxiety appearing upon her forehead. "Well, why won't you?" "I won't do it!" "But, Aunt Julia, I think you ought to!" "Why ought I to?" "Because " said Florence. "Well, it's necessary." "Why?"
Kitty is anxious also and resolved, but there is a firm, steady, fine sort of expression about her, quite the reverse of poor Florence's." "Yes, I confess I do not understand that girl," said Sir John; "and yet," he added, "I cannot help liking her; she has a good deal in her." "I pity her, poor child," said Mrs. Clavering; "she is placed in a very false position. I once met her aunt, Mrs.
Aylmer, and we don't want to get you into trouble of any sort," said Kitty, speaking rapidly and drawing Bertha aside as she spoke. "But we want to give you this back, and to let you know that what you suggested was impossible quite impossible." As she spoke, she thrust the little packet which contained the fifty pounds into Bertha's hand, and then took Florence's.
"How has she been?" he asked of Ester, in passing. "Just as she is now." Ester's voice was not only dry, but sarcastic. Mr. Vane scanned the doctor's face eagerly, but it was grave and sad. Quiet reigned in the room. The two men at Florence's side neither spoke nor stirred. Ester kept her seat across from them, and grew every moment more sure that she was right, and more provoked.
There was a certain satisfaction, as she donned her silken chains, in knowing that at least she could look as well as Kitty, nicer even than Kitty, as far as dress was concerned. Mrs. Aylmer the great had excellent taste, and every one of Florence's frocks were suitable for Florence to wear. They were all girlish and simple. The frock she chose to-night was of a very pale pink.
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