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Updated: May 14, 2025
"It's something that must be said, and, as I've never been in favour of postponing a thing just because its disagreeable, we may as well get it over." He had focused Sara's attention unmistakably now. "What is it?" she asked quickly. "You haven't had bad news?" An odd smile crossed his face. "On the contrary." He hesitated a moment, then continued: "I had a longish talk with Dr.
Pen, as if to ward off any rudeness, began to explain as she mounted the steps: "Here is a gentleman who has land for sale, Sara." Sara's scowl disappeared. He gave the Ames family such a pleasant welcome that Jim was puzzled. Ames and Jim dropped down on the doorstep while Mrs. Ames and Pen took the hammock chairs. "Have you people been long in this country?" asked Pen.
Then there are things you can do at home, I am sure; things for the Woman's Exchange, say, that'll help you out." Sara's eyes brightened. It was her dream to go out into that wider life she had read of, and this seemed her opportunity. "What would I have to pay for such rooms?" she asked.
"Papa asked Miss Minchin to let me have one, because well, it was because when I play I make up stories and tell them to myself, and I don't like people to hear me. It spoils it if I think people listen." They had reached the passage leading to Sara's room by this time, and Ermengarde stopped short, staring, and quite losing her breath. "You MAKE up stories!" she gasped.
"I shall want the car round in a couple of hours at six," he said, and smiled straight into Sara's startled eyes. Sara paused with the sugar-tongs poised above the Queen Anne bowl. "Sugar?" she queried. Trent regarded her seriously. "One lump, please." She handed him his cup and poured out another for herself. Then she said lightly: "I heard you order your car.
Have I kept you too close? Believe me it was for your good." At this Molly weakened instantly, and two arms flew about Sara's neck, while a penitent voice cried, "I know I'm just as mean as I can be, and you're the best sister in the world; but oh!
I will see." As they danced, she watched in the tall mirror Sara's graceful, floating image, and the little pale figure that moved beside her. There was a contrast! Olive, who inherited all her mother's love of beauty, spiritualised by the refinement of a dawning artist-soul, felt keenly the longing regret after physical perfection.
She would have sung one of Sara's old Nature songs, had not the remembrance of the sorrow at the farm kept her silent. The March wind blew keen and crisp around her, the air was filled with the quivering songs of the larks, the furze was bursting into bloom, even the bare blackthorn put on its speckled mantle of white; what wonder was it in a world so fair, that Morva's heart sang for joy?
Then, the turf she knelt on covered Sara! the kiss, yet warm on her lips, was given by Sara's child! Olive bowed her face in the grass, trembling violently. Far, far through long-divided years, her heart fled back to its olden tenderness. She saw again the thorn-tree and the garden-walk, the beautiful girlish face, with its frank and constant smile. She sat down and wept over Sara's grave.
Suddenly, after a quick glance at Sara's face, she looked squarely into Booth's eyes, and he saw in hers an expression of actual concern, if not alarm. Leslie was in the middle of a sentence when Sara laughed aloud, without excuse or reason. The next instant she was looking from one to the other in a dazed sort of way, as if coining out of a dream. Wrandall turned scarlet.
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