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Houghton, spilled the boiling water on the tray and on her own hand. "My dear!" said Mrs. Houghton, "you have scalded yourself!" And, indeed, Eleanor whitened with the pain of her smarting, puffing fingers. But she said, her eyes fixed on Edith, "What are they talking about?" Mrs. Houghton's look of surprise made her add: "Edith seems so interested.
"All right, Houghton; but remember that I'm an active partner in this catering business. Fortunately I don't need to go to the bank for money." Aun' Sheba exclaimed over the evidences of disaster along the street, but when she saw what a wreck Mr. Houghton's massive portico had become she lifted her hands in dismay. "That don't trouble me," said George, "since I'm not under it.
When I met her in London at Lord Houghton's breakfast-table, she did not impress me so singularly; for the morning light is more prosaic than the dim illumination of their great tapestried drawing-room; and besides, sitting next to her, she did not have occasion to raise her voice in speaking, and I was not sensible what a slender voice she has.
Houghton's tea, she suddenly spoke: "I know you know?" When Mary Houghton said, gravely, yes, she "knew," Eleanor said, "Oh, Mrs. Houghton, Maurice and I are nearer to each other than we ever were before!" "That's as it should be. And as I knew it would be, too. You've done a noble thing, Eleanor." "No! No! Don't say that! It was nothing. Because I love him so. And he never cared for that woman.
Before sitting down to their games there was some desultory conversation, of which young Houghton's exploit was the principal theme. Mrs. Willoughby was enthusiastic in his praise, and even the most prejudiced yielded assent to her words.
General Houghton's troops had had little rest since the previous day, but they were cheered by the prospect of success, and with the Oxfords leading they entered the fight, and after four hours of continuous struggle surrounded and destroyed or captured the enemy force.
Houghton's beauty, such as it was, depended mainly on style; on a certain dash and manner which she had acquired, and which, to another woman, were not attractive. Mary knew that she, herself, was beautiful. She could not but know it.
The next night Lawrence went home with Milly Fiske from prayer meeting, taking her out from a crowd of other girls under Bessy Houghton's very eyes as she came down the steps of the little church. Bessy walked home alone. The light burned low in her sitting-room, and in the mirror over the mantel she saw her own pale face, with its tragic, pain-stricken eyes. Annie Hillis, her "help," was out.
Long as he 'habe himself, wot dat agin him?" "Being born at the North is a crime, some people think." "Yes, I know, but dat ar suttingly fool talk. Dat ain't de trouble so much in dis case. It's cause he's dat ole 'tankerous Houghton's son." "He isn't to blame for that either," Ella answered, hotly. "Lor', Missy Ella! how you stan' up fer 'im."
Houghton's face, with the paint visible on it in the broad day, and her blackened eyebrows, and her great crested helmet of false hair nearly eighteen inches deep, and her affected voice and false manner, and then she told herself that it was impossible that her husband should like such a creature. "George," she said to him abruptly, as soon as he came home, "who do you think has been here? Mrs.
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