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Then we will take you to Dordrecht, and we will all speak together of this day," said Robert. That settled it, for though Nell is owner of the boat and mistress of the situation, she would do nothing to postpone Phyllis's happiness. Something of the sort she murmured to me as we puffed past Dordrecht; but I could see by her face that Phyllis's idea of happiness is not hers.
Had she seen the plight poor Lillian and Eleanor were in, she must have screamed and betrayed herself. Instead she stepped into Miss Jones's bedroom. The youth, with his back to the door, had ears like the creatures of the woods. Under other circumstances he would have heard Phyllis's approach. But something in the discovery of Miss Jenny Ann's poor little purse seemed to give him special joy.
Oh, you are a dear to give me such a charming present," said Nell affectionately, examining the beautiful work-box with sparkling eyes. Hetty was delighted. "I chose them myself," she said with some pride; and then she took the desk in her arms and asked Nell to show her the way to Phyllis's room. "It is down at the end of this passage. I will show you.
Prince, I leave to you the pleasant task of annulling your nuptial preparations. Good morning. Ah! these women!" as he passed from the room. "They are our mothers, so we must suffer their caprices." And as we men followed him we saw Gretchen weeping silently on Phyllis's shoulder. The innkeeper touched the Prince. "I give you fair warning," he said.
Although she had made the suggestion herself, Phyllis's cheeks burned, and she was about to answer sharply. Then somehow the poor, anxious, loving mother's absolute preoccupation with her son struck her as right after all. "If it were my son," thought Phyllis, "I wouldn't worry about any strange hired girl's feelings either, maybe. I'd just think about him.... I promise I'll look after Mr.
The pretty Tuskegee chambermaid was holding out a tray with a card on it. "The doctor, ma'am," she said. "The doctor!" echoed Allan, half-vexed, half-laughing. "I knew you had something up your sleeve, Phyllis! What on earth did you have him for?" Phyllis's face was a study of astonishment. "On my honor, I hadn't a notion he was even in existence," she protested. "He's not my doctor!"
It pleased me to see that he admired Phyllis's pretty face and bright, animated manner; but one evening, when I fancied that he was too deeply stirred by her really beautiful voice, I took the opportunity to converse with him confidentially as we walked back to the tavern.
And when the day's work was done she sat for a long while in her icy bedroom, with the moonlight flooding all about her, thinking, thinking deeply. It was the eve of Phyllis's wedding-day, and Molly was hard at work in the kitchen.
"Your Majesty," said Phyllis, "if my sister will teach me how to become a Princess, I promise to accept the responsibility." "You will not need much teaching," replied the King, admiringly. "You will do this? you, my sister?" asked Gretchen eagerly. "Yes." There was no color now in Phyllis's cheeks; they were as white as the marble faun on the mantel.
You will also see there Fair Phyllis's Walk, the spring from which Guy used to drink, still called Guy's Well, and the cave where he lived as a hermit, and where he died. Upon the walls of the cave is some writing. You will not be able to read it, for it is Saxon, but it means, "Cast out, Thou Christ, from Thy servant this burden."
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