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Pocket instantly showed much amiable emotion, and said, "This is that odious Sophia's doing!" "What do you mean, Belinda?" demanded Mr. Pocket. "Sophia has told you," said Mrs. Pocket. "Did I not see her with my own eyes and hear her with my own ears, come into the room just now and ask to speak to you?" "But has she not taken me down stairs, Belinda," returned Mr.
Ask anybody in Greece or the Balkans or European Russia what "the great idea" is, and you will get for an answer, "The return of the cross to St. Sophia's." Backward and even benighted Christians these Eastern churchmen may be, but they hold a few fundamental ideas pretty fast, and are readier to fight for them than their occidental brethren.
"Just so," slipped out of Sophia's mouth from force of habit, but her sister was so used to hearing it that she took no particular notice of it on the present occasion. It was just at this time that Andy, released from his severe and unrequited labor for Deacon Jones, came by. He saw the wood being unloaded in the back yard, and an idea struck him.
"This is aunt Sophia's room," said little Ellen Chauncey; "this is where you are to sleep." "And where will Alice be?" said the other Ellen. "Oh, she'll sleep here, in this bed, with aunt Sophia; that is because the house is so full, you know; and here is your bed, here on the floor. Oh, delicious! I wish I was going to sleep here! Don't you love to sleep on the floor? I do. I think it's fun."
Nowadays lots of girls cross their knees and nobody says anything. But Sophia crosses her well, her thighs. And the two women laughed understandingly. A stranger might imagine that the reason for Lady Sophia's presence in the party was that she, by common consent, played a capital game of golf 'for a woman. That fact, however, was rather against her.
It was nine o'clock at night before the body stirred naturally for the first time, and a long, fluttering sigh broke from the pallid lips. From Caroline came a faint cry of joy; and then Sophia's great eyes opened, languidly, and her look was turned upon her sister. "Mother!" she whispered, smiling. "No, Sophie! No!" But Weimann was at her elbow. "Do not contradict!" he murmured.
Long, long it was before Mr. Kendal broke silence, but when at length he did speak, his words amazed her extremely. 'Albinia, poor Sophia's admission into the Church has not been the only neglect. I have never been confirmed. I intend to speak to Dusautoy this evening, but I thought you would wish to know it first. 'Thank you. I suppose you went out to India too young.
"There's your mother," his thought struggled on, like an aged horse over a hilly road. "There's your mother!" he repeated, as if wishful to direct Sophia's attention to the spectacle of her mother. "Working hard! Con Constance and you must help her. . . . Trade's bad! What can I do. . .lying here?" The heat from his dry fingers was warming her arm.
Instinctively, each was waiting for the other to speak. But the inevitable talk, at thought of which Sophia's heart fluttered till her breath was all but gone, was not allowed a natural beginning. After a time there came from below the first of a crescendo of sounds that noise of muffled voices, long since familiar to the room.
Peter wrote to his stepsister asking for explanations about the plot at the Kremlin, but the Princess could make no satisfactory reply. The monastery was now crowded with officers of the court who had come to realize that Sophia's power was gone and that the boy Czar's strength was rising rapidly. The time had come when he was strong enough to strike.
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