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Updated: May 8, 2025
To me it was like a funeral, but then most weddings are rather ghastly to look upon; and the stroke that life had in reserve perhaps finally restored the lost balance of gayety in this. At any rate, Mrs. Glendenning did live, and she is living yet, and in rather more happiness than comes to most people under brighter auspices.
It was quite evident that Mrs. Tremain had all the superstition of Mexico. Glendenning fumbled with the ring one way and another, and finally said, "I cannot put it together." "Let me try," said young Howard. "No, no, that will do no good." Saying which Mrs.
As for Sara, the interview with Robert Glendenning roused her to a new interest in her changed life, and to new hopes and plans, which are always delightful to youth; and these kept her from sinking back into that settled sadness which had been almost unnatural in one of her years.
They descended to the beautiful drawing-room, where, in the softened light, Sara was conscious of several figures; the madame, lovely in a Frenchy toilet, with a dash of scarlet here and there, rose to greet them, while the little group of black coats just beyond separated and turned, resolving itself into her host, Professor Grandet, and Robert Glendenning!
When Morton came home that night, it was with more of the air Madame Grandet had so graphically described than usual, for he bore two braces of birds, which he exultantly dropped, with a silver dollar, into Sara's lap. "Why, what is this?" she asked, surprised at the money. "It's mine," was the proud reply. "Mr. Glendenning gave it to me.
"Well," laughed the young man, to cover Sara's embarrassment, for she had blushed like a rose at this, "I did have something in my pocket; however, as it's only for early-go-to-beders, I don't believe I'll produce it to-night." Molly was on her feet in an instant. "I always go to bed early, Mr. Glendenning, only when Sara wants me to sit up, like last night: you don't blame me for that, do you?"
But she shows herself much more er, shall I say? affectionate, and I can't help hoping there may be a change in her mood which will declare itself in an attitude more favorable to " I said again, "Exactly," and Glendenning resumed: "In spite of Edith's not having been quite so well as usual she's wonderfully well now it's been a very happy summer with us, on account of this change.
Glendenning, ever since Morton's description of his sister, which instantly recalled to his memory a blushing, beautiful face, and a hand outstretched for the gingham bonnet in his own, he had been secretly wondering in what way he could make his surmises certainties, without ungentlemanly intrusion; so you may be sure he had no better business in hand when his aunt proposed the call, while her husband would go miles any day to view a really fine specimen.
He must provide for himself out of his religion." It was, indeed, a trying summer for our emotions, torn as we were between our pity for Mrs. Bentley and our compassion for her daughter. We had no repose, except when we centred our sympathies upon Glendenning, whom we could yearn over in tender regret without doing any one else wrong, or even criticising another.
Bentley by what Glendenning told us of her suffering, and we were disposed to forgive a great deal of patronage and superiority to her asthma; they were not part of the disease, but still they were somehow to be considered with reference to it in her case. We were admitted by the maid, who came running down the hall stairway, with a preoccupied air, to the open door where we stood waiting.
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