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Then I stowed away my emerald in my strong-box. It is built into the wall of my sitting-room, and masked by the lower part of an old carved oak bureau. I put away even the rings I wore habitually, keeping out only an inferior cat's-eye for workaday wear. I had just made all safe when Leta tapped at the door and came in to wish me good night. She looked flushed and harassed and ready to cry.
This is the bedroom of my husband, the pastor of Great Leta! None else has any business here at all!" The witch's potion must certainly have changed Michal's very nature, for language such as this was the last thing to be expected from so meek and gentle a creature in the hour of her terrible dereliction.
Besides, no woman is free, you know, from vanity: only men are that. She stood near the door of the dancing-room. Ross came to her after every dance, but it was always, "Not me yet, Ross Leta, or Jennie," or whoever stood nearest her.
Though the affection of the wily Leta had been withdrawn from him, her own secret friendship yet remained, and could be a protection to him as long as he was at her side; and in many ways she could yet extend her care and favor to him, until such time as an outward-bound vessel might be found in which to restore him to his native country.
He made straight for Great Leta, now going on foot, now sitting on a wagon, now riding on an ass, according as opportunity offered. The young married couple must certainly be at Great Leta, thought he. But at Great Leta the late pastor's widow received him with great lamentations. She had not set eyes on the young people.
She stopped suddenly, creating a block and confusion. "Ah, the dear bishop! You there, and I never saw you! You must come and have a nice long chat presently. By-by !" She shook her fan at him over my shoulder and tripped off. Leta, passing me last, gave me a look of profound despair. "Lady Carwitchet!" somebody exclaimed. "I couldn't believe my eyes." "Thought she was dead or in penal servitude.
My gay cousins, all of whom you know well the Wilber girls, Leta and Jennie, pretty little Lou Barton, and another set of Wilbers whom I think you do not know so well, who are married now my gay cousins, then, most of them beauties, all of them rich and fashionable, are somewhat ashamed of me, and have let me feel it in every petty way that we women know so well how to find.
"Why, we thought him engaged to the beauty and belle of last winter, Miss Agnes Lorton." "Well, yes, Leta, old girls like you and I are rather off the cards: we don't expect to catch the prizes generally we leave that for these younger ones, like Jennie and Lucille," said Percy, coolly. "A Roland for your Oliver, Leta!" laughed Jennie Wayne.
She stopped suddenly, creating a block and confusion. "Ah, the dear bishop! You there, and I never saw you! You must come and have a nice long chat presently. By-by !" She shook her fan at him over my shoulder and tripped on. Leta, passing me last, gave me a look of profound despair. "Lady Carwitchet!" somebody exclaimed. "I couldn't believe my eyes." "Thought she was dead or in penal servitude.
Some person who had been eavesdropping outside all the time giggled aloud, and then was heard the voice of a man blaspheming the name of God, and gnashing his teeth with rage. Surely that was not the parson of Great Leta? Certainly not. But what has become of him?
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