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"Did you want to dance for them, Clementina?" he asked. "I don't know," she said, with the vague smile of one to whom a pleasant hope has occurred. "I thought perhaps you were letting Mrs. Milray bully you into it. She's a frightful tyrant." "Oh, I guess I should like to do it, if you think it would be nice." "I dare say it will be the nicest thing at their ridiculous show."
"Ah, that's very interesting," said Milray, "but it's not surprising. I wish I could see your face distinctly; I've a great curiosity about matching voices and faces; I must get Mrs. Milray to tell me how you look. Where did you pick up your pretty knack at reading? In school, here?" "I don't know," answered Clementina. "Do I read-the way you want?" "Oh, perfectly.
Lander will probably have time enough to change her will as well as her mind several times yet before she dies. The half-sister's children may get their rights yet." "I wish they might!" said Miss Milray, with an impassioned sigh. "Then perhaps I should get Clementina for a while." Her brother laughed. "Isn't there somebody else wants Clementina? "Oh, plenty.
"Oh, as the grave, or the asylum. I shouldn't like him to be in earnest about me, if I were you." "But that's just what he is!" Clementina told how the Russian had lectured her, and wished her to go back to the country and work in the fields. "Oh, if that's all!" cried Miss Milray. "I was afraid it was another kind of earnestness: the kind I shouldn't like if I were you."
Lander berths on her steamer. It did not require much effort; there are plenty of berths for the latest-comers on a winter passage, and Clementina found herself the fellow passenger of Mrs. Milray. As soon as Mrs. Lander could make her way to her state-room, she got into her berth, and began to take the different remedies for sea-sickness which she had brought with her. Mrs.
The tone of the last words was lighter than their meaning, but Clementina weighed them aright. "Miss Milray," she said, pinching the edge of the table by which she sat, a little nervously, and banging her head a little, "I think I can have what I want." "Then, give the whole world for it, child!" "There is something I should like to tell you." "Yes!" "For you to advise me about."
"That's nice," said Clementina; and Miss Milray made bold to ask: "And what has become of Mr. Gregory?" Clementina answered, as Miss Milray thought, tentatively and obliquely: "You know his wife died." "No, I never knew that she lived." "Yes. They went out to China, and she died the'a." "And is he there yet? But of course! He could never have given up being a missionary."
But her pulses fluttered, as she glided into the music room, and sank into a chair next Mrs. Milray. She had on an accordion skirt which she had been able to get out of her trunk in the hold, and she felt that the glance of Mrs. Milray did not refuse it approval. "That will do nicely, Clementina," she said.
"Oh, I should get along," she returned, Light-heartedly, but upon questioning herself whether she should turn to Miss Milray for help, or appeal to the vice-consul himself, she was daunted a little, and she added, "But just as you say, Mr. Bennam." "I say, keep what fairly belongs to you. It's only two or three hundred dollars at the outside," he explained to Mr.
"Do you know," said Milray, "that's exactly my own case? And I've an idea that the author is in the same box," and Clementina perceived she might laugh, and laughed discreetly. Milray seemed to feel the note of discreetness in her laugh, and he asked, smiling, "How old did you tell me you were?" "I'm sixteen," said Clementina. "It's a great age," said Milray.
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