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To him and Sophie she was a cherished sister, to whose upright and self-forgetting nature they looked up with a species of reverence; and to their children she was "Dear Aunt Meeta! the kindest and best friend, except mamma, in the world!" How many more useful, more noble, or happier persons than our old maid can married life present?
"I will speak to him; I'll tell him; it will be best that I should do it; and you will trust me?" "O Sophie!" was all that Cornelia could say; but it expressed at least the fullness of her heart. What must be the love and tenderness that could undertake such a task as this!
The aunt answered drily: "I thank you, sir, for having saved my niece from a peril which, to say the truth, is not the risk a girl of her age need fear the most, when she is out alone at night in the streets of Paris." My good master made no answer to this; but Mademoiselle Sophie spoke up and said in a voice of deep feeling: "I do assure you, Aunt, Monsieur l'Abbé saved my life."
When we signed for the voyage in San Francisco, we signed as sailors on the Sophie Sutherland and there was no difference made with any of us. Haven't I always done my work? Did I ever shirk? Did you or any other man ever have to take a wheel for me? Or a lookout? Or go aloft?" "Chris is right," interrupted a young English sailor. "No man has had to do a tap of his work yet.
Grown very old now, poor lady; and the dreadfulest bore, when she gets upon Hanover and her experiences, and Queen Sophie Charlotte's, in that stupendously magnificent court under Gentleman Ernst. And her pupil, too, we agreeably perceive, was always grateful for her services in that capacity. Not to speak of other more substantial services, which also were not wanting.
Meanwhile Mrs Willoughby was inquiring among her friends for a suitable post, and had played the good fairy by arranging to send Sophie for the Easter holidays to a country cottage on the Surrey heights, which she ran as a health resort for gentlewomen.
She would remain there, even though she were subject to the daily attacks of Sophie Gordeloup. She hardly knew why, but in part she was afraid of Sophie. She had done nothing of which Sophie knew the secret. She had no cause to tremble because Sophie might be offended. The woman had seen her in some of her saddest moments, and could indeed tell of indignities which would have killed some women.
She used to make up wonderful stories about it, and tell them to Sophie, who merely wondered, and was not sure but that Christine was wicked; for were not these little romances little lies? Sophie's imagination was limited. As the years went on Christine finally got possession of the medallion, and held it against all opposition.
Or a confirmed optimist in overalls?" Sophie gave him a queer sidelong glance. "Can't you let the dead past bury its dead?" she asked quietly. Thompson kept his eyes on the smooth, green-bordered road for a minute. The quick wave of feeling passed. He stifled it indeed, felt ashamed for letting it briefly master him.
The professor bowed his head, and, the will being complete, he took off his spectacles, and wiped them with his handkerchief. "I was telling Neelie this morning, papa," resumed Sophie, after a while, "that I had been that I'd had a dream that I was with Bressant; and I feel sure though I suppose you'll think it nothing but a sick fancy of mine that he will be here to-morrow noon."
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