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Laudersdale with you?" "No. But he will come with their daughter shortly." "And with what do you all occupy yourselves, pray?" "Oh, with trifles and tea, as you would suppose us to do. Mrs. Purcell gossips and lounges, as if she were playing with the world for spectator. Mrs. Laudersdale lounges, and attacks things with her finger-ends, as if she were longing to remould them. Mrs.
And she whirled him the letter which she held. Other letters had been received with the evening-mail, and one that made Mr. Raleigh's return in September imperative occasioned some discussion in the House of Laudersdale.
Laudersdale fell out; but, without otherwise stirring from his position than by moving an apparently careless arm, Mr. Raleigh caught and restored her to her balance, as lightly as if he had brushed a floating gossamer from the air to his finger.
Scarcely had the boat vanished when old thoughts rushed over her again and she would have given her life to recall it. Returning, she found Capua eagerly searching for the lost letter, and thus learned that she was not to have received it until several hours later. Perhaps no other woman in her situation could have done what Mrs. Laudersdale had done, without incurring more guilt.
Laudersdale, approaching her, as Mr. Heath and his mother disappeared. "I am not going," she replied, quickly. "Not going? I beg your pardon, my dear, but you are!" and he took her hand. She half endeavored to withdraw it, threw a backward glance over her shoulder at the remaining pair, and, led by her father, went out.
Laudersdale's own. Mrs. Laudersdale scarcely observed, she felt; and probably she saw nothing but the general impression of what I have been telling you. "Tea, Roger?" asked Mrs. McLean. "Green, I thank you, and strong." Rising to receive it, he continued his course till it naturally brought him before Mrs. Laudersdale.
Laudersdale's handkerchief fell at that moment from the hand that hung over the balustrade. Capua darted to restore it. "Bress her pretty eyes!" said he. "Ole Cap see's fur into a millstone as any one!" and vanished through the doorway. "I beg your pardon," said Mr. Raleigh, turning to Mrs. Laudersdale.
Laudersdale remained with his eyes fixed on her, and lost, it seemed, to the presence of others. "The disgrace is bitter," he murmured. "I have kept my name so proudly and so long! But that is little. It is for you I fear. I have stood in your sunshine and shadowed your life, dear! At least," he continued, after a pause, "I can place you beyond the reach of suffering. I must finish my lonely way."
Mrs. Laudersdale looked up slowly and met his earnest glance. "Must I leave you?" she exclaimed, with a wild terror in her tone. "Do you mean that I shall go away? Oh, you need not care for me, you need never love me, you may always be cold, but I must serve you, live with you, die with you!" And she sprang forward with outstretched arms.
Laudersdale, having grown weary of the needle-women's thread of discourse, left the sewing-room and proceeded toward her own apartment.
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