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Clenching her hand on Miss Scrotton's letter, she brought it down heavily on the back of the chair she sat in. Then, without speaking, she got up, tossed the letter to Mrs. Talcott, and began to pace the room, setting the furniture that she encountered out of her way with vindictive violence. "My Darling, Darling Mercedes," Miss Scrotton wrote, "This is too terrible. Shall I come to you at once?
The aspect of these women made Audrey feel glad that she was wearing her best clothes, and simultaneously made her feel that her best clothes were worse than useless. She saw an automobile shop with a card at the door: "Town and touring cars for hire by day, week, or month." A gorgeous Mercédès, too spick, too span, altogether too celestial for earthly use, occupied most of the shop.
If a midge could be provided with a proportionately tiny motor car, and sent coasting at full tilt down a greased corkscrew, from the handle to the sharp end of the screw, the effect would have been somewhat that of our Mercédès leaping down the steep defiles.
"My dear girl, it's not a question of being afraid. It's my word my duty to Belding." "You said you loved me. If you love me you will go... You don't love me!" Gale could only stare at this transformed girl. "Dick, listen!... If you go if you fetch some word of Thorne to comfort Mercedes, you well, you will have your reward." "Nell!"
It was considered a dangerous experiment, and even Mercedes' little spark of Yankee "devil-may-care" burned very low after it, although the only thing that went wrong at the Dana's that year was that the hens laid soft-shelled eggs, which trouble was soon remedied by mixing a powder with their feed, which powder Madre Moreno herself supplied, and I strongly suspect that it was made of burned cockle shells.
And the Baron was just crazy over her in his dignified, reverential way. Poor fellow!" said Mrs. Talcott pausing in a retrospect over this vanished figure, "Poor fellow! I guess he came to rue the day he ever set eyes on her. Well, Mercedes made out to him how terrible her life was and how she was tied to a dissipated, worthless man who lived on her and was unfaithful to her.
'The third of my friends, although my rival, was much attached to me, his name was Fernand; that of my betrothed was' Stay, stay," continued the abbe, "I have forgotten what he called her." "Mercedes," said Caderousse eagerly. "True," said the abbe, with a stifled sigh, "Mercedes it was." "Go on," urged Caderousse. "Bring me a carafe of water," said the abbe.
I was philosophical enough to say these things to myself; but Johnny was not. He saw Mercedes languishing into the eyes of his rival; half fleeing provocatively, her glances sparkling; bending and swaying her body in allurement; finally in the finale of the dance, melting into her partner's arms as though in surrender.
It must have required no common qualities to have lived without discord as a separated wife with her brother and her younger sisters; then with Queen Mercédes, her cousin as well as sister-in-law; again, during the time of the King's widowhood and her own elevation to the rank of Princess of Asturias, and, finally, since the second marriage of her brother, and his untimely death, with Maria Cristina and her young nephew and nieces.
Mercedes Dana, who never having had a love episode of her own, spent most of her time in ferreting out those of others and spreading the news with such exaggerations and embellishments as she thought needed, informed Catalina of the state of affairs which had already become the talk of the country.
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