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A film seems to creep over Florence's eyes. With a stifled groan, she turns and flies homeward. Again in the privacy of her own room, and having turned the key securely in the lock to keep out all intruders, she flings herself upon her bed and cries as if her heart would break. Not until her return to her room does Dora remember that she did not get back the false letter from her cousin.
After all that lie had done in the world, after all that he had gone through, it would be odd if at this time of day, he did not know what was good for himself! It was in that way that he regarded Florence's pertinacity. He was rather unhappy at this period. It seemed to him that he was somewhat slighted on both sides or, if I may say so, less thought of on both sides than he deserved.
"Mary, Mary! why touch a chord which ever vibrates with the keenest agony? There is no happiness for me on earth I have known that for long, and now I am striving to fix my thoughts, and all of hope that remains, on heaven." Mary linked her arm in Florence's, and gently drawing her forward, replied: "God has not promised heaven as the price of every earthly joy and comfort.
Laying his hand on hers, that were tightly clasped, he pressed them gently, and said, in a slightly faltering voice: "For Florence's sake for mine for your own, do not give way to such gloomy forebodings! Your depressed spirits will act injuriously on your health. Let me beg you to place no confidence in Aunt Fanny's words at parting; she was herself scarce conscious of their import."
"Yes, you're a fine hearty girl, but you are not exactly beautiful, Florry." Florence's eyes fell and a discontented look crossed her face. "How can I look decent in these clothes?" she said; "but there, never mind, you can't give me better, can you?" "I, darling! How could I? I have not fifty pounds a year when all is told, and I cannot do more with my money.
"All of 'em's just aunts, and that's all there is to it." "But, Florence, your Aunt Julia " "She's nothin' in the world but my aunt," Florence insisted, and her emphasis showed that she was trying hard to make him understand. "She's just the same as all of 'em. I don't get anything more from her than I do from any the rest of 'em." Her auditor was dumfounded, but not by Florence's morals.
"Are you Mrs. Aylmer Florence's mother?" "That is my proud position, my dear. I am the mother of that extremely gifted girl." "She is out, but I daresay she will be in soon," said Edith Franks. "Will you come into my room and wait for her?" "With pleasure. How very kind of you!" said Mrs. Aylmer.
"Oh, you naughty boy!" she exclaimed. "You naughty, naughty boy!" Once more Ben's hands were in his pockets. "Why?" he asked innocently. "Because you don't play right!" "You told me to knock the duck off, and I did!" "But not that way." Florence's small chin was high in the air. "I'm going in the house." Ben made no motion to follow her, none to prevent her going. "I'm sorry," he said simply.
If, after all, Florry was on the right track and won the day! "Girls of fifteen are not specially well educated," proceeded Mrs. Aylmer, fixing her eyes again upon Florence's face, which was now a little red; "and I don't intend your education to be finished. I have been fortunate enough to gain you admittance into an excellent school for the daughters of the poor clergy.
"I bet if I died, they wouldn't even have a funeral," she said cheerfully. "They'd proba'ly just leave me lay." The curiosities of the human mind are found not in high adventure: they are everywhere in the commonplace. Never for a moment did it strike Noble Dill that Florence's turn to the morbid bore any resemblance to his recent visions of his own funeral.
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