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She consoled herself, for a few days, with spectacular fancies of Annie's consternation should Norma's real identity be suddenly revealed to her, but even that poor solace was taken away from her at last.
The motions, sometimes approaching the grotesque in the lean and elderly chorus-lady as she bobbed about the limited space, courtesying, twirling, pirouetting, her blonde hair done up in kids, herself in the abbreviated toilet of pink calico sack and petticoat reserved for home hours, changed to unconscious grace and innocent abandon in the light, clean-limbed child, who learned with quickness akin to instinct, and who seemed to follow Norma's movements almost before they were completed.
I didn't know it until I found him at breakfast this morning " Norma's heart stood still. The name alone was enough to shake her to the very soul, but the thought that he was here in Newport this minute, and that she might not see him, probably indeed would not see him, made her feel almost faint. She had not seen him since the meeting on the hotel steps nearly two weeks ago.
Dominick had broken down. "You were just leading him on tell me Norma." I turned again quickly. It was Gage, who had taken Norma's hand, quivering with excitement. "You never cared for her?" she asked, with the anxiety that showed how in her heart she loved him. "Never. It was part of the plot. I sent the message to get her here to show you. I didn't know you were playing a game "
But Norma's distress at having disappointed Alice was so fresh and honest that the episode had ended with Alice's presenting her with a stunning new hat, to wipe out the terrible effect of her mild criticism. "You're a virago," said Chris, seating himself near his wife. "Tell me what you've been doing all day. Am I in for that dinner at Annie's to-night?
"Whatever else it is," she said, half-laughing and half-crying, "I know it is my wedding day!" To Rose and her mother, Wolf's and Norma's marriage remained one of the beautiful surprises of life; one of the things that, as sane mortals, they had dared neither to dream nor hope. Life had been full enough for mother and daughter, and sweet enough, that March morning, even without the miracle.
Something's worrying you, Nono. Can't you tell me?" With the old nursery name Norma's gallant look of amusement and reassurance faltered. She looked suddenly down at the hand Rose was holding, and Rose saw the muscles of her throat contract, and that she was pressing her lips together to keep them from trembling. A tear fell on the locked hands. Norma kept her eyes averted, shook her head.
"Goin' to Angel's mamma, her goin' to her mamma," suddenly the child broke forth as Norma hurried along the hot streets, and the little hand beat a gleeful tattoo as it rested on Norma's shoulder. Norma paused on the crowded sidewalk, to take breath beneath the shade of a friendly awning.
He had been following a train of thought, half to himself. Norma's round eyes, as she stopped short in the path, arrested him. "My grandmother!" she exclaimed. "Your Aunt Marianna," he amended, flushing. But their eyes did not move as they stared at each other. A thousand remembered trifles flashed through Norma's whirling brain; a thousand little half-stilled suspicions leaped to new life.
"But, my darling," she added, coming presently to the bedroom door to see the dashing little feathered hat go on, and the dotted veil pinned with exquisite nicety over Norma's glowing face, and the belted brown coat and loose brown fur rapidly assumed, "you're not wearing your mourning!" "Not to-day," Norma said, abstractedly.
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