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Olive dried her tears, and stroked the kittens her propensity for such pets was not her lightest merit in Meliora's eyes. Then she suffered herself to be tenderly soothed into acknowledging that she was very unhappy. "I'll not ask you why, my dear, because Michael used to tell me I had far too much of feminine curiosity. I only meant, could I comfort you in any way?"
They were done on backs of letters, or any sort of scraps: and comprised numberless pen-and-ink portraits of the one beautiful face, dearest to the daughter's heart rude studies, in charcoal, of natural objects outlines, from memory, of pictures she had seen, among which Meliora's eye proudly discerned several of Mr.
I thank you all the same,'and you shall not find me ungrateful," said the young lady, kissing Miss Meliora's hand, and speaking in a tone of real feeling, which would have moved any woman. It quite overpowered Miss Van-brugh the softest-hearted little woman in the world. She embraced her protégée, declaring that she would never part with her.
But I will do it if only for Meliora's sake. Christal," she said affectionately, "we have never talked together seriously for a long time; not since the first night we met." "I remember, you were good to me then," answered Christal, a little subdued. "Because I was grieved for you I pitied you." "Pitied!" and the angry demon again rose. Olive saw she must not touch that chord again.
It was the only thing wanted to make Olive quite perfect in Meliora's eyes. She jumped up, and embraced her young favourite with the greatest enthusiasm. "I knew this was in you. All good people must have a love for Art. And you shall have your desire, for my brother shall teach you. I must go and tell him directly." But Olive resisted, for her poor little heart began to quake.
The little old maid was quite overpowered with her stylish bend; her salute, French fashion, cheek to cheek; and her anxious inquiries after Miss Vanbrugh's health. "I am quite well, thank you, madam. A friend of Mrs. Rothesay's I suppose?" was poor Meliora's bewildered reply. "No, indeed; I have not till now had the pleasure of hearing Mrs. Rothesay's name.
Christars eyes brightened at the sight, and she trod with a more patrician air. The maid a parting bequest of Miss Meliora's, and who had long and faithfully served at Woodford Cottage came anxiously to communicate that there were two ladies waiting. One of them she did not know; the other was Mrs. Fludyer. "The latter would have disturbed Mrs.
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