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The look of misery on Maggie's face seemed to strike her own heart like a chill. "You look tired," said Helen Marshall, who had not noticed Maggie's tearful eyes. "Perhaps I am," answered Prissie. They went back again into the drawing-room. Prissie still could see nothing but Miss Oliphant's eyes and the look of distress on her pale face. Helen suddenly made a remark.
So you see, my dear Rosalind, our virtuous little scheme is completely knocked on the head." "I don't see " began Rosalind. "You little goose, before a week is out Prissie will be the fashion. All the girls will flock around her when Maggie takes her part.
You have done nothing but fidget, fidget for the last half-hour." "I want to go out, Aunt Raby." "To go out? Sakes! what for? And on such a night, too!" "I want to see Mr. Hayes." "Prissie, I think you have got a bee in your bonnet. You'll be lost in this mist." "No, I won't. I missed Mr. Hayes to-day when he called, and I must see him before I go back to St. Benet's.
Hammond sprang forward with heightened color and an eager exclamation on his lips. She did not motion to the coachman to stop, however, but gave the young man a careless, cold bow. She did not notice Priscilla at all. The carriage quickly drove out of sight, and Hammond, after a pause, said gravely; "You must tell me your troubles, Miss Peel." "I will," said Prissie.
You are meant to lead that life for the present; you are meant to do your duty in it. Don't worry, my dear. Go back to St. Benet's, and study well, and learn much, and gather plenty of experience for the future. If you fret about what cannot be helped, you will weaken your intellect and tire your heart. After all, Prissie, though you give much thought to St.
Maggie came up to her when the rehearsals were over. "I congratulate you," she said. "Prissie, you might do well on the stage." Priscilla smiled. "No," she said, "for I need inspiration to forget myself." "Well, genius would supply that." "No, Maggie, no. The motive that seems to turn me into the Prince himself cannot come again. Oh, Maggie, if I succeed! If I succeed!"
I don't want to speak about him or think about him. His day is over, mine is oh, sir, I beg your pardon." "Granted, my dear child. Sit down, Prissie. I will forgive your profane words about Cicero, for I see you are excited. What is the matter?" "I want you to help me, Mr. Hayes. Will you help me? You have always been my dear friend, my good friend." "Of course I will help you. What is wrong?
Several girls bid for the coral, and Maggie, who had not raised her voice since she secured the sealskin jacket, once more noticed the greedy glitter in Rosalind's eyes. "I can't help it," she said, turning and speaking in a low voice to Priscilla, who stood by her side "I can't help it, Prissie; I don't want that coral a bit coral doesn't suit me: I dislike it as an ornament.
That gaze fired her heart, and she became once again not herself but he; poor, awkward and gauche little Prissie sank out of sight; she was Hammond pleading his own cause, she was wooing Maggie for him in the words of Tennyson's Prince.
Poor Polly stammered and reddened, twisted her hands as badly as Prissie herself could have done and looked to right and left of her in the most bewildered and unhappy manner. "Don't you hear me, Miss Singleton? I wish to know what your motive was in having an auction in Katharine Hall," repeated Miss Eccleston. "Tell her the truth," whispered Maggie.
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