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Updated: June 11, 2025
Why steals from my bosom the sigh? Why fixed is my gaze on the ground? Come, give me my pipe, and I'll try To banish my cares with the sound. Erewhile were its notes of accord With the smile of the flow'r-footed Muse; Ah! why by its master implored Shou'd it now the gay carrol refuse? 'Twas taught by LAVINIA'S sweet smile, In the mirth-loving chorus to join: Ah, me! how unweeting the while!
You go and see." Hannah hesitated, but at last plucked up her courage and went to the door. She saw close to the wall some few yards away a somewhat draggle-tail figure in cloak and hood. Within the hood was Lavinia's face, though one would hardly recognise it as hers, so white, so drawn, were the cheeks.
Lavinia's line in the piece was simply to "walk on" among the "lasses" but she had the gratification of seeing her name announced in the advertisements a sufficient proof that she was rising in Rich's estimation. She had at last a chance of showing what she could do. Her old acquaintance, Mrs.
She spoke with a trivial satisfaction that jarred painfully on Lavinia's memory of the past night. Gheta calmly accepted the serenade as another tribute to her beauty; Lavinia could imagine what Anna Mantegazza and her sister would say, and they both seemed commonplace even a little vulgar to her acutely sensitive being.
Slow coaches as we call them, I should not be surprised if they got the suffrage before we did, as the tortoise won in the fable, was Lavinia's secret thought as they drove away, after a very charming evening. Perhaps the fact that reforms of all sorts had been poured into her ears till her head was like a hive of bees, may account for this unpatriotic thought.
But I must say I haven't got on as well with the work as I had hoped, Lavinia's going with the boys so much keeps her clothes half torn off her back, and I can't seem to see how to make her tidy. I was real ashamed when I went to lift her out of a mud-puddle yesterday outside the gate; and there was Clara Wylie looking as clean as a white lily, and she stopped to help her out.
Verty approached the two young girls and took off his hat. "Good morning, Redbud," he said, gently. Redbud blushed slightly, but, carried back to the old days by Verty's forest costume, quickly extended her hand, and forgetting Miss Lavinia's advice, replied, with a delightful mixture of kindness and tenderness: "I'm very glad to see you, Verty."
One thing troubled me much, after we had fallen into this quiet train. It was, that Dora seemed by one consent to be regarded like a pretty toy or plaything. My aunt, with whom she gradually became familiar, always called her Little Blossom; and the pleasure of Miss Lavinia's life was to wait upon her, curl her hair, make ornaments for her, and treat her like a pet child.
Then it had passed into the legal possession of Mr. Wildwood's half-sister, Miss Lavinia Talcott. This aunt was Andy's nearest relative. He had lived with her since his father's death, if it could be called living. Miss Lavinia's favorite topic was the sure visitation of the sins of the father upon his children. She was of a sour, snappy disposition.
A blurred picture formed in Lavinia's mind from the various details she had read and heard of the cruelty of the Spanish national sport torn horses, stiff on blood-soaked sand; a frenzied and savage populace; and charging bulls, drenched with red froth. She shuddered. "What a brute!" she spoke aloud unintentionally.
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