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There was still sufficient unexpectedness about the act, however, to give him a decided thrill of pleasure. "It must be Rena," he murmured. "Who could have dreamed that she would blossom out like that? It must surely be Rena!" He walked slowly past the gate and peered through a narrow gap in the cedar hedge.
She had read that love was a conqueror, that neither life nor death, nor creed nor caste, could stay his triumphant course. Her secret was no legal bar to their union. If Rena could forget the secret, and Tryon should never know it, it would be no obstacle to their happiness.
If she had not been sick, Rena would not have dreamed the fateful dream that had brought her to Patesville; for the connection between the vision and the reality was even closer in Mis' Molly's eyes than in Rena's. If the mother had not sent the letter announcing her illness and confirming the dream, Rena would not have ruined her promising future by coming to Patesville.
Wain, sence you're goin' down yonder with 'im." Rena conscientiously did what she thought politeness required. She went the round of the guests in the early part of the evening and exchanged greetings with them. To several requests for dances she replied that she was not dancing.
"Can you tell me who lives there?" Tryon asked, pointing to the house. "A callud 'oman, suh," the man replied, touching his hat. "Mis' Molly Walden an' her daughter Rena."
The stairs to the auditorium were narrow and steep; Mrs. Roderick Magsworth Bitts was of a stout favour; and the voice of Penrod was audible during the ascent. "RE-MEM-BUR, gentilmun and lay-deeze, each and all are now gazing upon Roderick Magsworth Bitts, Junior, the only living nephew of the great Rena Magsworth.
She had flowered in the sunlight; she must not pine away in the shade. "If you won't come back with me, Rena, I'll send you to some school at the North, where you can acquire a liberal education, and prepare yourself for some career of usefulness. You may marry a better man than even Tryon." "No," she replied firmly, "I shall never marry any man, and I'll not leave mother again.
In this meeting of the elect of his own class and kin Warwick felt a certain strong illumination upon the value of birth and blood. Finding Rena among people of the best social standing, the subsequent intimation that she was a girl of no family had seemed a small matter to one so much in love.
Wouldn't you think she'd be ashamed, 'Rena?" Miss Mullet drooped a weary eyelid and sighed a hopeless sigh. "Oh, Mother," she drawled, in deep disgust, "CAN'T you stop calling me by that outlandish name? I was christened Irene, I believe. PLEASE remember it." "All right, 'Re all right, Irene; I won't forget again. Oh, there's Mary-'Gusta, now!
Warwick was seen for a moment on the upper deck, from which he greeted them with a smile and a slight nod. He had bidden his mother an affectionate farewell the evening before. Rena gave her hand to Frank. "Good-by, Frank," she said, with a kind smile; "I hope you and mamma will be good friends while I'm gone."
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