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"We sent them something on the twenty-second," said Janetta, "so they simply had to think of us. There was no getting away from it." "What did we send them?" asked Egbert gloomily. "Bridge-markers," said Janetta, "in a cardboard case, with some inanity about 'digging for fortune with a royal spade' emblazoned on the cover.
"And she struck you; she is wicked and unkind, and I don't love her. And Suzanne said she would make me wicked, too, and that I was just like her; and I don't want to be wicked." "Nobody can make you wicked if you are certain that you want to be good," said Janetta, gravely; "and it was very wrong of Suzanne to say anything that could make you think evil of your mother."
But during those few months I became aware that she was a different creature from the woman I had known in earlier days. And she said, Janetta, that you had taught her what love meant, and she charged me to tell you that your lessons had not been in vain." Janetta looked up with swimming eyes. "Poor Juliet! I am glad that she said that."
Colwyn's perpetual snarl and grumble. A most exciting pillow-fight was going on in the upstairs regions, and here Janetta was holding her own as boldly as the boldest, when the sound of an opening door made the combatants pause in their mad career. "What's that? The front door? It's mamma!" cried Georgie, with conviction. "Get into bed, Tiny!" shouted Joey. Tiny began to cry.
Colwyn on the sofa in a state of apparent stupor. For this at first Janetta saw no reason, and was on the point of sending for a doctor, when her eye fell upon a black object which had rolled from the sofa to the ground. Janetta looked at it and stood transfixed. There was no need to send for a doctor. And Janetta saw at once that she could not be spared from home.
Janetta felt some embarrassment. Had not she put nearly the same question to her own father the night before? But she could not tell Margaret Adair what her father had said to her. "If there were and I do not know that there is you could hardly expect me to talk about it, Margaret," she said, with some dignity. Margaret's good breeding came to her aid at once. "I beg your pardon, dear Janetta.
She looked up at him through a blinding haze of tears, and recognized the tall, spare figure, the fine sensitive face, the kind, dark eyes and intellectual forehead. The coal-black beard and moustache nearly hid his mouth, but Janetta felt instinctively that this tell-tale feature would not belie the promise of the others. "Sir Philip Ashley," she murmured, in her surprise.
The flame had already caught the curtains, which were of a light material, and was creeping up to the woodwork of the old-fashioned bed, singeing and blackening as it went. These, also, Janetta tore down, burning her hands as she did so, and then with her shawl she pressed out the sparks that were beginning to fly dangerously near the sleeping woman.
But they were fond of her and always did her bidding gladly, so they performed her behest, and helped her to lead Mrs. Brand, who was now perfectly passive in their hands, into her own room. But when she was there, the old butler returned to knock at the door and ask to speak to Miss Colwyn alone. Janetta came out, with a feeling of curious fear. She held the handle of the door as he spoke to her.
"She was very horrid, but I suppose she couldn't help it," said Janetta, with a little laugh mixing itself with her sobs. "We mustn't be friends any more, Margaret." "But we will be friends always, Janetta." "We must not sit together or walk together " "Janetta, I shall behave to you exactly as I have always done." The gentle Margaret was in revolt.
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