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She was very tired, and her pretty young face in the frame of soft down about her opera-cloak looked a little cross. Russy's father plodded behind more heavily. "The boy's room, Ellen? just this once?" he pleaded in her ear. "It will take but a minute." "I am so tired, Carter! Well, if I must Why, he isn't in the bed!"
She is superbly handsome in that rose-colored opera-cloak, and she knows it, and is smiling graciously; but the swarth frown on her husband's face only grows blacker as he looks at her. "You are going, then?" said Mr. Carl Walraven. "Going?" Mrs. Walraven arches her black eyebrows in pretty surprise at the word. "Of course, my dear.
She hurried to her room, dropped her opera-cloak on a chair, looked at herself in the glass, a little fluttered and critical, and then crossed the hallway to Eglington's bedroom. She listened for a moment. There was no sound. She turned the handle of the door softly, and opened it. A light was burning low, but the room was empty.
Hylda hurried down the staircase to her room, saw Kate Heaver waiting, beckoned to her, caught up her opera-cloak, and together they passed down the staircase to the front door. Heaver rang a bell, a footman appeared, and, at a word, called a cab. A minute later they were ready: "Snowdon House," Hylda said; and they passed into the night.
He had no wish to resemble any such person, but he was perpetually smiling, and he smiled more than ever as he approached Rose Tramore, who, looking altogether, to his mind, as a pretty girl should, and wearing a soft white opera-cloak over a softer black dress, leaned alone against the wall of the vestibule at Covent Garden while, a few paces off, an old gentleman engaged her mother in conversation.
An opera-cloak bought in Oxford Street for a pound or two would have much more impressed the assembly to which Phoebe was bound. Mrs. Tozer inspected her when she went downstairs, with awe, yet dissatisfaction.
The girl was flushed with excitement, bright-eyed, and braced for a struggle; her aunt had never seen her looking so fine or so pretty. Her fancy dress, save for the green-gray stockings, the pseudo-Turkish slippers, and baggy silk trousered ends natural to a Corsair's bride, was hidden in a large black-silk-hooded opera-cloak. "I'm just off, aunt," said Ann Veronica.
Go and keep your assignations from another roof. Mine has sheltered your intrigues long enough!" The hand which had kept together her opera-cloak relinquished its grasp, and it fell back upon her shoulders. The whole beauty of her sinuous figure, in its garb of dazzling white, stood revealed.
Her own toilet was a much shorter affair, but Sybil was impatient long before it was concluded; the carriage was waiting, and she was obliged to disappoint her household by coming down enveloped in her long opera-cloak, and hurrying away. When at length the sisters entered the reception-room at the British Legation, Lord Skye rebuked them for not having come early to receive with him.
Here she threw back her opera-cloak, revealing a rich brocade dress underneath, lighted up with jewels and covered as with a mist of fine lace! "he'll do well enough come to the fire!" she continued, holding out her hands in their snowy gloves for warmth. The lady had not noticed Chester, who stood back in the hall, that she might pass.
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