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Quickly frustrating any such presentation, Mr. Roger Raleigh half turned, and, bowing, said, "I believe I have had the pleasure of meeting Mrs. Laudersdale before." Her haughtiness would have frozen any one else. She bent with the least possible inclination, and sat down upon a stump that immediately became a throne.
Laudersdale looked askance at her companion, then turned and met his gaze. Slowly her lashes fell, the earth seemed to fail beneath her feet, the light to swoon from her eyes, her lips shook, and a full flush swept branding and burning up throat and face, stinging her very forehead, and shooting down her fingertips.
"Marguerite!" said Mr. Laudersdale, entering, "where is your mother?" "She went down to the lake, Sir." "She cannot possibly have gone out upon it!" "Oh, she frequently does; and so do we all." "But this high wind has risen since. The flaws" And he went out hastily. There flashed on Mr. Raleigh's mental sight a vision of the moonlit lake, one instant.
Roger Raleigh had no business to fall in love with her. Well, but he did. At the time when Mrs. Laudersdale had become somewhat more than a reigning beauty, and held her sceptre with such apparent indifference that she seemed about abandoning it forever, she no longer dazzled with unventured combinations of colors and materials in dress.
Laudersdale fainted in the heat, and your father took her home long ago. The Heaths went also; and the carriage has just returned for the only ones of us that are left, you and me." "Is it ready now?" "Yes." "So am I." And in a few moments she sat opposite him in the coach, on their way home. "It wouldn't be possible for me to sit on the box and drive?" she asked.
I must find that Turkish tobacco, to reward Mr. Laudersdale for his heroic exertions in our behalf." Mr. Laudersdale, somewhat fastidious and given to rigid etiquette, looks as if the exertions would be best rewarded by haste. Mrs. McLean takes the candle in hand and proceeds on a tour of the apartment. "There! isn't this the article?
"Pretty well, Miss Kate; leastways, I'se well enough, a'n't so pretty." "What is his name?" whispered Helen. "'Annible, Missis," said the attentive Capua, whose eyes had been for some time oscillating with indecision between Helen Heath and Mrs. Laudersdale. "Hannibal Raleigh's my name; though Massa alwes call me Cap," he added, insinuatingly, which, by the way, "Massa" never had been known to do.
Laudersdale sat with his eyes upon the floor for several minutes, and his countenance wrapped in thought. Rising, with his hands behind him, he walked up and down the long room, still without speaking. "Can I be of service to you, Sir?" asked the other, after observing him. "Yes, Mr. Raleigh, I am led to think you can," still pacing up and down, and vouchsafing no further information.
As Mrs. Laudersdale entered her room again, the opposite door opened and admitted that individual the selfishness of whose marriage was but half expiated when he found himself on the surplus side of the world. In the mean while, Mr. Raleigh was gayly passing the time with Helen Heath. There were to be some guests from the town that evening, and they were the topic of her discourse.
"And that I dare not." "Must I tell you?" "Was it Mrs. Laudersdale?" "And shouldn't you have known her?" "Scarcely." "Mercy! Then how did you know me? She is unaltered." "If that is Mrs. Purcell, at the window, she does not recognize me, you see; neither did . Both she and yourself are nearly the same; one could not fail to know either of you; but of the Mrs.
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