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"This morning," resumed the sewing-girl, "when, according to Agricola's instructions, I wished to speak to his father on the subject, I found him already gone out, for he also is a prey to great anxieties; but my adopted brother's letter appeared to me so pressing, and to involve something of such consequence to Mdlle. de Cardoville, who had shown herself so generous towards him, that I came here immediately."
"Yes," answered Agricola, "for half an hour he has been with my father and me." "What happiness I shall have in seeing him again," said the sewing-girl. "He doubtless came upstairs while I had gone for a brief space to your mother, to ask if I could be useful in any way on account of the young ladies; but they have been so fatigued that they still sleep.
But, d' you know, there's a strange story afloat about a certain lady of your acquaintance?" "Of my acquaintance?" "Yes; a lady with whom you are very, very intimate." "What is it?" There was a little anxiety mixed with the curious air of Mrs. Lowe. "Something about murdering a sewing-girl." "What?" Mrs. Lowe started as if she had received a blow; a frightened look came into her face.
This wall was connected with a chapel that was still building, and bordered on the garden of a neighboring house. The sewing-girl, at one of the windows on the ground floor of this house a grated window, still more remarkable by the sort of tent-like awning above it beheld a young female, with her eyes fixed upon the convent, making signs with her hand, at once encouraging and affectionate.
Graham reclined upon a softly-cushioned sofa, her tasteful lace morning-cap half falling from her head, and her rich cashmere gown flowing open, so as to reveal the flounced cambric skirt which her sewing-girl had sat up till midnight to finish.
One day, to Agricola's great surprise, who had just read some verses to her, the sewing-girl, with smiles and blushes, timidly communicated to him also a poetic composition. Her verses wanted rhythm and harmony, perhaps; but they were simple and affecting, as a non-envenomed complaint entrusted to a friendly hearer.
There are plenty of fine-looking girls in our own set, without wasting your admiration upon a poor sewing-girl." "I never should have imagined that she was a sewing-girl," Mr. Hamblin returned. "I supposed her to be some aristocratic young lady of your acquaintance, who had come for a social call.
This farm is noted for the valuable marble quarry which furnished the stone from which his new mansion on Fifth Avenue is built. The retail store contains fabrics of every description and price. The wife of a millionaire can gratify her fancy here to its utmost limit, while the poor sewing-girl can obtain her simple necessities at the same price which is demanded for them from the rich.
"Let me kiss that beautiful hair for the last time," said Cephyse, as she pressed her lips to the silky locks which crowned the hunchback's pale and melancholy countenance, "and then we will remain very quiet." "Sister, your hand," said the sewing-girl; "for the last time, your hand and then, as you say, we will move no more. We shall not have to wait long, I think, for I begin to feel dizzy.
The tone in which these brief questions were asked, evinced no lively interest in the fate of the poor sewing-girl. "Not dead; but very near the end of life's weary pilgrimage." "Ah, well! we must all die, I suppose though it's no pleasant thing to think about.
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