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"I see nothing so strange in it, Miss Liddell," smiling good-humoredly. "Have you any superstition on the subject?" "No; I am not superstitious; yet it was curious I mean, to meet by accident on that day just before " She stopped. "And now I am connected with Colonel Ormonde, living with Mr. Payne's sister and and talking here with you."
I counted too much on those unlucky manuscripts, and now I do not know where to turn; I see a vista of debt." A sudden fit of coughing interrupted her. "You have taken cold, mother," cried Katherine. "I heard you coughing this morning. I was sure you would suffer for sitting near the open window in the study last night." "It was so hot!" murmured Mrs. Liddell, lying back exhausted.
I did not think you were the sort of girl to break your heart over the loss of a fortune." "But I have not broken my heart!" she exclaimed, somewhat startled by his positive tone. "There's a look of pain in your eyes, a despondency in your very figure; don't you think I know every turn of you? Well, I won't say more if it annoys you. We have changed places, Katherine I mean Miss Liddell.
"Sit down, Miss Liddell. I am deeply grieved to see you so depressed. I have ventured to call because I have a pin's point of hope for you, which I trust will excuse me for presenting myself, as I know you would rather not see me." "To-day I am glad to see you. I should always be glad to see you but but for my own conscience. Do not misunderstand me."
"Perhaps," she added, "the counter-irritation was good for me, for I feel more braced up. And of all your many benefits, dear Miss Liddell, nothing has done me so much good as the books you sent me, except the sight of yourself.
Liddell Marcella knew her by sight and she was in a very bad temper because she had been kept waiting. For the next half hour she badgered and worried Marcella to the point of distraction. Nothing suited her. Pile after pile, box after box, of shirtwaists did Marcella take down for her, only to have them flung aside with sarcastic remarks. Mrs.
He took an unnatural dislike to his poor boy, and treated him so badly that he ran away to sea. Poor fellow? he used sometimes to write to your father. Their mutual dislike to John Liddell was a kind of bond between them. It is an unhappy story, for, as I told you, he was afterward killed at the gold diggings. "Very dreadful!" said Katherine, thoughtfully.
Liddell always visited her daughter once a week. Occasionally Katherine got leave of absence, and spent an hour or two at home, where she enjoyed a game of play with her little nephews. Otherwise home was less homelike than formerly. Ada was sulky and dissatisfied; she dared not intrude on Mr.
"I will," he returned; and Mrs. Liddell thought his tone a little less harsh than usual. "I said you might come and see your daughter when you like," he added, "and I repeat it. You have brought her up more usefully than I expected." Having spoken, he leaned his head back wearily and closed his eyes. "I am pleased to hear you say so," returned Mrs.
Miss Bradley Miss Payne, Miss Liddell, of whom you have heard me speak." Miss Bradley rose from the sofa, where she was half reclining beside a bright wood fire, a tall stately figure in a long pale blue plush dress, cut low in front, and tied loosely with a knot of blue satin ribbon, nestling among the rich yellow white lace which fell from the edge of the bodice.
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