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"Is it this?" she cried, giving him a violet. "Too dark," said he. "Then here it is," she said, plucking a posy of forget-me-not. "Too light," said he. "Surely this is it," and she brought him a spray of blue-bells. "Too slender," said he, "and well I ween that I may not find that flower, till I ride farther in my quest and achieve great adventure."
It was true that dark blue Russian violets, the starry forget-me-not, and the peerless lilies of the valley were therein hidden, but a keener emotion than expectant love shone in the young man's haggard eyes. He was anxiously gazing around for the now well known form of Madame Raffoni. Clayton dared not exhibit himself before the couple of hundred staring eyes upon the pavilion and broad porticos.
She opened up the nosegay on the counter of the shop; took out the piece of forget-me-not; put it in the folded sheet of paper; and then carefully but with fingers no longer trembling closed the envelope. When they had come out again, and gone and posted the letter, they found themselves at a standstill.
There was a touch of fire in the forget-me-not blue of her eyes. "Just you let them see just you let them see that you're not one they can hold light and make use of." But there she stopped short, looking up at him. He was looking down at her with a kind of matureness in his expression. "I needn't be afraid," she said. "You can take care of yourself; I ought to have known that."
"Only, if to-morrow is the last day, the cherry vase won't be much use to you." "I guess it will be as much use to me as to any one else," said Cecily indignantly. She had sacrificed her dear forget-me-not jug to satisfy some pang of conscience, or propitiate some threatening fate, but surrender her precious cherry vase she could not and would not. Felicity needn't be giving any hints!
Oh, Paul! don't ask me!" And her hand was drawn from the clasp of his, and her face was hidden in both her own. Paul drew back hurt, silent. "If I could only wait!" she murmured. "I don't dare, yet!" She could wear the forget-me-not, as she wore the memory of all their long young friendship, it belonged to the past; but this definite pledge for the future these diamonds!
"See my carnation!" shouted Pierre, struggling nearer to Hetty. "And my jonquil!" "And my pansies!" "And this forget-me-not!" cried the children, growing more and more excited each moment; while the chorus, "For thee! For thee! The good saints bless the day thou wert born!" rose on all sides. Hetty was bewildered. "What does all this mean?" she said helplessly.
"Daddy'll plant it this very minute, little one;" and to himself he added, "and I'll plant it where I can see it best in case I should forget again." A voice came calling down the path to them, "Father, supper's ready. Margery, come in to supper;" but the little forget-me-not had to be planted first, and Margery had to stay and help, of course.
She looked wonderfully beautiful with her grand ivory throat, her large blue forget-me-not eyes, and her heavy coils of golden hair.
And I saw you with him the other night at the opera." She laughed nervously as she spoke, and watched him with her vague forget-me-not eyes. She was a curious woman, whose dresses always looked as if they had been designed in a rage and put on in a tempest. She was usually in love with somebody, and, as her passion was never returned, she had kept all her illusions.
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