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Nevertheless she could not but wonder why any lady should take such a sudden interest in her, and a slight misgiving lurked in her heart as she approached the Round Tower, entered its portals, and made her way to the Lady Priscilla's bower. The lady was lying on a couch surrounded by her tire women. "So, my pretty lad," she said with a careless glance, "thou hast come.
She had hardly read two lines before she interrupted herself with a joyous squeal. "Girls, isn't it glorious! Elaine is coming Saturday." "Elaine! Why, I thought she said she couldn't." Priscilla's answer was a little less spontaneous than usual. "Her mother and Grace have been invited somewhere, and they insisted on her coming here. She's worked so hard, and they feel she needs a change."
Oh, I wish I weren't shaking so much. I know I shall get red all over at dinner. I wish I weren't going to dinner. I wish, oh, I wish I were at home again." Crash! bang! pealed the great gong through the house. Doors were opened all along the corridor; light steps passed Priscilla's room. She heard the rustle of silk and the sweet, high tinkle of girlish laughter.
'It appears to me, you're on the road of Priscilla Graves and Pempton, observed Simeon. 'Strike off Priscilla's viands and friend Pempton's couple of glasses, and there's your aristocracy established; but with rather a dispersed recognition of itself. 'Upon my word, you talk like old Colney, except for a twang of your own, said Victor. 'Colney sours at every fresh number of that Serial.
With a swift flash her brown eyes sought Priscilla's face; she had not meant to look at her, she did not want to; but a fascination she could not control obliged her to dart this one glance of inquiry. Prissie's eyes met hers. Their expression was anxious, puzzled, but there was not a trace of guilt or confusion in them.
Priscilla and Claire were on the porch when the others came home laden with their spoils. Claire wore a noticeable air of complacency, but Priscilla looked a little tired and despondent. All through their stroll Claire had harped on the joy of being by themselves at last, and had insisted on walking with her arm about Priscilla's waist, which on a narrow path was inconvenient, to say the least.
"Their" is not grammar, dear, was Priscilla's only reply to this taunt, as she delicately ejected a pearl, 'you should say her mouth full. For Priscilla's grammar was as good as her principles.
Like most of the people about, he was no Churchman; and being very ready of speech he was a favourite preacher to the little congregations meeting in some of the farm-houses scattered about the mountains. Every Sunday evening there was a service held in Priscilla's kitchen, when twenty or thirty of the neighbours would come in to listen to Nathan's sermons.
By and by Priscilla's voice, stiff but with a break in it, fell upon her ear. "I think the students at St. Benet's must be very cruel." "My dear Miss Peel, the honor of the most fascinating college in England is imperiled. Unsay those words." Maggie Oliphant was joking. Her voice was gay with badinage, her eyes brimful of laughter.
Between such a man as Hapgood and Priscilla Glynn oh! can you not see my dear, dear girl?" "Yes, I begin to see. And I see I dare not trust even you!" The hard note in Priscilla's voice hurt Travers cruelly. "And you, you and Doctor Ledyard how would you stand?" she asked faintly. Travers held her at arm's length, and his face turned ashen gray.
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