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Was there some unhappy celebrity attached to her own name? Miss Roseberry did not wait to ask herself these questions. "How can I thank you," she exclaimed, gratefully, "for your sisterly kindness to a stranger like me?" "I have only done my duty," said Mercy Merrick, a little coldly. "Don't speak of it." "I must speak of it.
In sheer despair, she spoke out plainly. "I want to know your opinion " she began. "Gently!" said Julian. "You are entangling the wool again." "I want to know your opinion of the person who so terribly frightened me. Do you think her " "Do I think her what?" "Do you think her an adventuress?" The face of Grace Roseberry appeared dimly behind the leaves.
Mary, meanwhile, had gone to the kitchen to superintend Luella's cooking of the cranberries. Polly stuck a pin in one side of the biggest, fattest roseberry, then another in the other side. "This is Mr. Roseberry," she said, "and these are his two arms. Now his head goes on, and then his legs. I use the pins, you see, because you can bend them so as to make the people sit down."
The maid had delivered her mistress's note to Mercy, and had gone away again on her second errand to Grace Roseberry in her boudoir. Lady Janet was seated at her writing-table, waiting for the appearance of the woman whom she had summoned to her presence.
Her mind was perversely busy now with an imaginative picture of the beauty of Mablethorpe House and the comfort and elegance of the life that was led there. Once more she thought of the chance which Miss Roseberry had lost. Unhappy creature! what a home would have been open to her if the shell had only fallen on the side of the window, instead of on the side of the yard!
But they rise so suddenly to their full height out of the flat sea of green country that they often appear as a coast defended by a bold range of mountains. Roseberry Topping stands out in grim isolation, on its masses of alum rock, like a huge sea-worn crag, considerably over 1,000 feet high.
"Well?" spoke Frank, looking so open-faced and steadily at Roseberry that the latter blinked. "I that is I would suggest an intermediary, see? The law is very baffling, my friend. Once in its clutches a man is lost." "But I'm not a man I'm only an innocent, misjudged boy," burst forth Frank. "See here, Judge Roseberry, I know why you come and who sent you." "My client, Mr. Mace "
Grace considered advanced a step toward her stopped and took refuge in the most trivial of all the common phrases which one human being can address to another. "If there is anything I can do for you " she began. The sentence, halting there, was never finished. Miss Roseberry was just merciful enough toward the lost woman who had rescued and sheltered her to feel that it was needless to say more.
The landlady at her lodgings had already warned him that the object which she held steadily in view was to find her way to "Miss Roseberry" when Lady Janet was not present to take her part, and when no gentleman were at hand to protect her. As matters now stood, it was impossible to estimate too seriously the mischief which might ensue from such a meeting as this.
As Mercy repeated the words, she tore off Julian's hands the last few lengths of wool left, and threw the imperfectly wound skein back into the basket. "Does that mean," she resumed, abruptly, "that you believe her?" Julian rose from his seat, and looked at Mercy in astonishment. "Good heavens, Miss Roseberry! what put such an idea as that into your head?"
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