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Then most amazingly the chance to say something came. "Can you tell me that?" cried Rosalie's father. "What chance have the girls of ever meeting men in this infernal place?" Rosalie burst out, "Oh, but father, nearly every day " "Rosalie, don't interrupt!" cried Flora very sharply. "Rosalie, be quiet!" cried Hilda. Father glared and then went on and on.
Weak and dragging her feet as she walked, as little mother had formerly done, she went out walking leaning on Rosalie's arm, the latter lecturing her and consoling her with abrupt and tender words as they walked slowly along, treating her mistress as though she were a sick child.
And Hattie looked pityingly upon Rosalie's way of life, and Rosalie laughed lightly at Hattie. Miss MacLauren admired Hattie, but, secretly, she envied Rosalie. If she had known how, she herself would have much preferred Boys to Brains; one is only a Minerva as second choice. To be sure there was William. Oh, William!
The thing about them, the warning, the proof that they exhibited of all Rosalie's ideas about the inferiority of women, was that they were, in her phrase, derelicts not wanted; abandoned; homeless; or they would not be here.
But he longed, more than ever, to knock him down. "Yes," he answered shortly, "I know her." "You do! Oh, come, now! You've simply got to introduce us. Hasn't he, Mrs. Windale? Do make him." "I should like to meet the young lady," said Rosalie's aunt graciously. "She is very beautiful. Don't you think so, Rose?" "Oh, yes, I suppose so, rather," said Rosalie dryly.
There came the same exchange of love words, of pats, of caressing speeches, which he had heard from the closet; even now, better understood as this thing was, the sound of them drew his finger nails up into his palms. Rosalie's touch brought him back to his sense of observation. Here, now, came the climax; here the moment upon which everything depended.
We enjoyed her company immensely, for she told us side-splitting tales which kept us at table till it was time to go to Rosalie's, where my niece's adorer was certain to be awaiting us. The next day, which was Holy Thursday, Rosalie came with us to see the processions. I had Rosalie and Marcoline with me, one on each arm, veiled in their mezzaros, and my niece was under the charge of her lover.
But to Emmy Lou biscuits and ham had lost their savour. Emmy Lou admired Rebecca. Rebecca could reduce pounds and shillings to pence with a rapidity that Emmy Lou could not even follow. Yet Rebecca stooped from this eminence to help labouring Emmy Lou with her sums. And Emmy Lou saw life through Rosalie's eyes. Emmy Lou trudged unquestioningly after, where the winged feet of Rosalie's fancy led.
Harold chuckled inwardly at the thought of classing Rosalie's particular little Jean Paul, in the category of grown-ups; anything more essentially boyish, and full to the brim of madcap pranks, than the eighteen-year-old Jean Paul, it would have been hard to picture. Mrs.
At least, Rosalie did the squabbling, Is-a-bel affected the superior, self-righteous air which acted upon Rosalie's peppery temper as a red rag upon a bull. It was Miss Sturgis, of course, who had advised placing them together. Isabel was a great favorite of Miss Sturgis, and Rosalie was the reverse. Mrs.
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