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Merivale's book without feeling that I was dealing unwarrantably with a subject beyond me, I studied the Commentaries thoroughly, and went through a mass of other reading which the object of a magazine article hardly justified, but which has thoroughly justified itself in the subsequent pursuits of my life.
Pauline's words had suddenly torn away the veil which had hidden the meaning of her own conduct from her. "Yes, Rhoda is my niece," she said. "She is my sister Lydia's little girl. What made you guess it?" Pauline was slightly taken aback at this speech of Miss Merivale's. She had not expected her to admit the truth so readily. "Miss Merivale, you must trust me," she said in a low, eager voice.
There is no need for him to know the mistake you fell into. Let us forget it, Aunt Lucy." At this, Miss Merivale's tears began to flow afresh. "Oh, Tom, I have told Rhoda." "You told her? Why did you? I thought we had decided to wait till I had seen Thomson." "Tom, I could not help it. She was so miserable, poor child. She tried to hide it, but she could not hide it from me.
I feel a worthless, miserable, ungrateful creature!" Then she stole down the stairs, very much as she had slipped away from Adrien's residence, and gained the streets anew. It was the night of the great ball at Lady Merivale's town house. A Blue Hungarian Band was playing dreamily the waltz of the season, to the accompaniment of light laughter and gaily tripping feet.
But there were galling distinctions made in Miss Merivale's case which he could not think of even at the time without a blush of ingenuous shame, and which he did not like now even to mention to pretty, shrinking, eager little Edie. One thing alone was enough to make his cheeks burn whenever he thought of it a little thing, and yet how unendurable!
And Pauline was slowly stirring her tea, with her eyes cast down. She was thinking whether it would be wise to drop a hint about Rose's unhappiness at Woodcote. She had just made up her mind to say a guarded word or two, when she found, to her sharp annoyance, that Miss Merivale's mind was still running on Rhoda Sampson.
But to some of us, who perhaps have not long to stay, and to whom, whatever be their fortune, this tumult is unsympathetic and insignificant, the way grows darker and lonelier as we lay our garlands of eternal farewell upon the coffin of Lawrence Barrett. Merivale's play of Ravenswood, written in four acts, was acted in six.
She thought she had offended you. I do not know what she thought. How could you treat her so differently? Do you think you will get her to forgive you?" A glimmer of a smile showed itself in Miss Merivale's eyes as she spoke. But Tom could not smile yet. "Well, you told her," he said. "Did she believe you?" "I don't know.
Rhoda was sure that she would have treated in the same manner any girl who was poor and yet was not ashamed of her poverty or of her friends. "Rhoda." Miss Merivale's gentle call made her hurry her footsteps. Her face had a wonderfully sweet look on it as she approached Miss Merivale. Miss Merivale's kindness had completely won the girl's heart.
The more Pauline thought of it the more she felt convinced that she had solved the mystery of Miss Merivale's sudden interest in Rhoda. And she spent a long time in considering what was the best use she could make of her discovery. Her first idea had been to disclose the truth to Rhoda herself, and thus establish a claim to her gratitude.
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