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It was his pride that he could laugh at himself. At the moment of Genevieve's touching speech he lived up to exactly nothing. He didn't even smile. He only stared at her a stare which said: "Now what the devil do you mean by that?" Genevieve had a flicker of bitter humor when she compared her moment of sentiment to a toy balloon pulled down from the blue by an unsympathetic hand.
Winifred could not help wondering if the contrast pained her, when in all the glory of her motherly thankfulness, Albinia carried her beautiful newly-christened Maurice Ferrars Kendal to the vicarage to show him off, lying so open-chested and dignified, in Genevieve's pretty work, with a sort of manly serenity already dawning on his baby brow. Winifred need not have pitied the little lady.
Another moment and I should have poured out the story of the mad, hopeless passion that filled my heart to bursting, when of a sudden "Yvonne, Yvonne!" came Genevieve's fresh voice from the other end of the terrace. The spell of that moment was broken. Methought Mademoiselle made a little gesture of impatience as she answered her sister's call; then, with a word of apology, she left me.
Outside, fields and hedges and patches of blossom, and poplar trees faintly powdered with green, unrolled, like a scroll before them, behind the nicker of telegraph poles and the festooned wires on which the sun gave glints of red copper. Andrews discovered all at once that the coppery glint on the telegraph wires was the same as the glint in Genevieve's hair.
"Oh, well," said Eleanor, clearly and distinctly, "of course I can always follow Genevieve's example and write one to myself, a printed one, I mean; but no, on second thoughts I don't believe I shall, they are rather horrid things, don't you think?" And she walked quietly away.
Silly thing, I wish she would try holding my hand." Judith laughed at Josephine's disgusted expression, and blushed a little as she remembered her own foolishness about Catherine. "Genevieve's queer, isn't she? I can't make her out you remember how crazy she was about Helen, and Helen didn't seem to like her a bit."
Then she began to mount the stairs, and meeting Albinia, said quietly, 'I was going to take this to Genevieve's room, it is empty now, but perhaps you had better take care of it for her, out of sight. It will be her greatest treasure to-morrow. Mr. Kendal read aloud as usual, but who of his audience attended? Certainly not Albinia.
The purpose of that meeting was to convince Fluette of the good faith of Tshen's claim to the stone, whereupon I was to procure it from the safe the letters, too and he was to pay over a certain sum of money for them." "How much?" I bluntly demanded. "Two hundred thousand dollars." So this was the reason why Alfred Fluette must needs help himself to Genevieve's patrimony.
It was true she had had a formal introduction to him, but only from Genevieve, who had scraped acquaintance with him exactly two minutes previously. It had happened on the ferry-boat on the way to Palisades Park. Genevieve's bright eye, roving among the throng on the lower deck, had singled out this young man and his companion as suitable cavaliers for the expedition.
Besides his mother, whom he honoured far more really, had written, not without disappointment, but with full confidence in his ability to judge for himself. Mr. Kendal and Mr. Ferrars both wrote warmly in Genevieve's praise, and certainly her footing at Willow Lawn was the one point d'appui in bringing round the O'More family; so that as Ulick truly said, 'It was Mrs.
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