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Updated: June 27, 2025
"But, Henry, how could I leave my mother? And Graciella needs my care." "You need not leave your mother she shall be mine as well as yours. Graciella is a dear, bright child; she has in her the making of a noble woman; she should be sent away to a good school, and I will see to it. No, dear Laura, there are no difficulties, no giants in the pathway that will not fly or fall when we confront them."
Our country estate is a few acres of poor land, which we rent on shares, and from which we get a few bushels of corn, an occasional load of firewood, and a few barrels of potatoes. As for my own life, I husband our small resources; I keep the house, and wait on mother, as I have done since she became helpless, ten years ago. I look after Graciella.
But Graciella prided herself on being, above all things, practical, and, having come out for a good time, resolutely put all unpleasant thoughts aside. There was good horse-flesh in the neighbourhood of Clarendon, and the colonel's was of the best.
I want to travel, and to see things, to visit the art galleries and libraries, to hear Patti, and to look at the millionaires promenading on Fifth Avenue and I'll marry the man who'll take me there!" "Uncle Malcolm can't live forever, Graciella though I wouldn't wish his span shortened by a single day and I'll get the plantation.
"Then you must have read 'Letters from a Pastry Cook, by N.P. Willis when they came out?" "No," said the colonel with a sigh, "I missed that. I I wasn't able to read then." Graciella indulged in a brief mental calculation. "Why, of course not," she laughed, "you weren't even born when they came out! But they're fine; I'll lend you our copy.
Graciella threw back one compassionate glance, as they drove away behind the colonel's high-stepping brown horse, and did not quite escape a pang at the sight of her young lover, still sitting on the steps in a dejected attitude; and for a moment longer his reproachful eyes haunted her.
There were some modern additions in the line of comfort and luxury soft chairs, fine rugs, and a few choice books and pictures for the colonel had not attempted to conform his own tastes and habits to those of his father. He had some visitors, mostly gentlemen, and there was, as Graciella knew, a lively curiosity among the ladies to see the house and its contents.
He had borne insults from Graciella that he never would have borne from any one else, and that he would never bear again; but there were things at which his soul protested. Nor would Cohen's suits have fitted him. He was so much taller than the average man for whom store clothes were made. He remained in a state of indecision until the day of the ball.
"There is some mystery," he said, "which she seems unable to explain without speech. And then, she is queer as queer, in her own way, as uncle is in his. Now, if you'd only marry me, Graciella, and go out there to live, with your uncommonly fine mind, you'd find it you couldn't help but find it. It would just come at your call, like my dog when I whistle to him."
Ben shrank back into the shadow. He had never been of an envious disposition; he had always looked upon envy as a mean vice, unworthy of a gentleman; but for a moment something very like envy pulled at his heartstrings. Graciella worshipped the golden calf. He worshipped Graciella.
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