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"If my sister Frederica were here," he explained, "she would warn you, out of a long knowledge of my conversational habits, that now was the time for you to ask me, firmly, you know, if I'd been to see Maude Adams in this new thing of hers, or something like that. In Frederica's absence, I suppose it's only fair to warn you myself. Have you been to see it? I haven't."
Lintzow, do pick me a bouquet of them for this evening!" The young man, who had been exerting himself to hit upon the right tone in which to converse with Rebecca, fancied that the girl started at Miss Frederica's words. "You are very fond of the violets?" he said, softly. She looked up at him in surprise; how could he possibly know that?
"Take it up any way but in the middle," said Hamilton. Down went the handkerchief on a chair, and then Frederica's fingers took it up, delicately, and with a little shake displayed as before what Hamilton called the flowers in the corners. It was the same thing. They all smiled. "She can't hold a handkerchief any but the one way I don't believe," said her brother Alexander.
I talked to him about you and your daughter, and he is so far from having forgotten you, that I am sure he would marry either of you with pleasure. I gave him hopes of Frederica's relenting, and told him a great deal of her improvements.
"Much obliged, ma'am." "Not to me. My dressing has nothing to do with that. But Preston, what shall we do with Frederica's handkerchief? She can not hold it right." "Like a queen " said Preston. "I do not know unless we could scare her out of her propriety. A good fright would do it, I think. But then the expression would not suit. How is the Game, Mrs. Sandford?" "Perfect! admirable!
"I want to talk to you about the pictures, Preston." "We did finely to-day, Daisy! If only I could get the cramp out of Frederica's fingers." "Cramp!" said Daisy. "Yes. She picks up that handkerchief of hers as if her hand was a bird's claw. I can't get a blue jay or a canary out of my head when I see her. Did you ever see a bird scratch its eye with its claw, Daisy?" "Yes."
Only once or twice, however, did the physician himself see anything even remotely resembling a ghost. On one occasion a cloudy shape floated past his window; and on another he saw at Frederica's bedside a pillar of vapor, which she afterward told him was the specter of a tall old man who had visited her twice before.
How did he compare the man who sat here now, with the man who had unhesitatingly jumped off the car to follow a new adventure the man who had turned up water-logged at Frederica's dinner and made hay of her plan to marry him off to Hermione Woodruff? They had had a great old talk that night, Frederica and he, he remembered.
Not the man who had tramped impatiently back and forth across Frederica's drawing-room, expounding his ideals of space and leisure open, wind-swept space, for the free range of a hard, clean, athletic mind. Not the man who despised the clutter of expensive junk "so many things to have and to do, that one couldn't turn around for fear of breaking something."
Frederica's early training had, as has been said, implanted in her an ineradicable interest in the Church. Even the dulled, almost obliterated personality of Mr. Cotton still held for her some of the magic of his cloth. She moved her chair to admit him to the fellowship of which she was one, and offered him the seat that had been hastily vacated by Mrs.
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