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Let the reader examine the portrait bust of the great Queen Taia, clothed with its mysterious smile, which adorns the museum in Cairo, and, given fair instead of dusky skin, with certain other minor differences, he will behold no mean likeness to Stella Fregelius.
Monk, and how they left Miss Fregelius behind, and you went to fetch her, and all sorts of strange things happened to you. We think it quite wonderful and romantic. I am writing to dear Miss Porson to tell her about it, because I am sure that you are too modest to sing your own praises." Morris grew angry. At the best of times he disliked Miss Layard.
"Indeed," answered Stella, who did not seem much impressed. "My brother and I hope to call upon Mr. Fregelius and yourself as soon as possible, but I thought I would not wait for that to have the pleasure of making your acquaintance." "You are very kind indeed," said Stella simply.
And she would remember, whom I had robbed of her husband, coming into his life after he had promised himself to her. Last of all most of all, perhaps I myself should remember, day by day, and hour by hour, that I was nothing more than one of the family of thieves. "No; I will have none of such philosophy; at least I, Stella Fregelius, will live and die among the upright.
Fregelius, having rushed on deck, had been injured by the fall of some spar or block consequent upon the violence of the impact of the vessel upon the reef, and in this hurt condition had been thrown into the boat by the sailors. Then where was the daughter Stella? Was she killed in the same fashion or drowned? Probably one or the other.
But next day I saw in the report in the local paper, written by 'Our Musical Man, that 'Miss Fregelius then relieved the proceedings with a comic interlude on the violin, which was much appreciated by the audience. It was that, I confess it yes, the idiotic remark of 'Our Musical Man, which made me determine if it was in any way possible that I would shake the dust of this village off my feet.
"When I should be obliged to inflict myself upon you for another five or six weeks," replied Mr. Fregelius. "In that case, sir," said the Colonel, with his most courteous bow, "and for that reason only I should consider the accident fortunate," by these happy words making of his guest a devoted friend for ever. "I don't know how to thank you; I really don't know how to thank you." "Then pray, Mr.
It will be seen that although outside of some loose talk in the village, which indirectly had produced results so terrible, no one had ever suggested such a thing, curiously enough, by some intuitive process, Mr. Fregelius who, to a certain extent, at any rate, guessed his daughter's mind, took it for granted that she had been in love with Morris.
Indeed, carelessly and without seeming to be anxious on the subject, she informed herself about her down to the last possible detail; so that within a few months of the death of Miss Fregelius she knew, as she thought, everything that could be known of her life at Monksland. Moreover, she saw three different pictures of her: one a somewhat prim photograph which Mr.
This was the Colonel's first really false move, as he himself felt before the last word had left his lips. "Colonel Monk," she said, "because I am unfortunate is it any reason that you should insult me?" "Miss Fregelius, to my knowledge I have never insulted any woman; and certainly I should not wish to begin with one who has just honoured me with her confidence."
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