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He called to his wife, a thin, overworked-looking creature, who put up her head from a window in the cabin, at his summons. "Here's a lady going with us," he announced. "Look after her, will you?" The woman nodded. Then, once more addressing himself to Thelma, he said, "We shall have nasty weather and a wicked sea!"
"Thelma, what do you mean?" and George surveyed her in some perplexity. "If any one's been bothering or vexing you, just you tell Phil all about it. Don't have any secrets from him, he'll soon put everything straight, whatever it is." She shook her head slightly. "Ah, you do not understand!" she said pathetically, "how should you?
And this last exclamation was uttered with so much defiance that she dashed away the apron altogether, and stood erect in self-congratulatory glory, with a particularly red little nose and very trembling lips. Thelma smiled, and caressed the tumbled brown curls. "I am very glad, Britta!" she said earnestly. "Nothing could have pleased me more! I must thank Philip.
Then, after a pause, during which she had watched Thelma very closely, she said "I think you're married, aren't you, dearie?" "Yes." Thelma answered, a slight tinge of color warming her fair pale cheeks. "Your husband, maybe, will meet you at Hull?" "No, he is in London," said Thelma simply. "I am going to see my father."
He stepped to the bell and pressed it, and the butler answered. "Set a place at dinner for Miss Shirley, James," he ordered. "Thelma will show you your rooms, Shirley. I was just about to sit down to dinner. I'll wait for you."
"Froeken! has anything vexed or grieved you today?" Thelma started nervously. "Vexed me grieved me?" she repeated. "No, Britta why do you ask?" "You look very tired, dear Froeken," continued Britta gently. "You are not as bright as you were when we first came to London." Thelma's lips quivered.
But the stony stare, stiff nod, portentous sniff, and scornful smile with which these two eminent females exchanged cold greetings, were enough to daunt the most sympathetic hostess that ever lived and when they at once retired to different corners of the room and sat apart with their backs turned to one another for the remainder of the evening, their attitude was so uncompromising that it was no wonder the gentle Thelma felt quite dismayed and wretched at the utter failure of the rencontre.
Poor Thelma sat resignedly watching her own attire taken from her, and allowing herself to be wrapped in a comfortable loose garment of white wadmel, as warm as eider-down, which Ulrika had found in a cupboard upstairs, and which, indeed, had once belonged to Thelma, she and Britta having made it together. She examined its texture now with some faint interest then she asked plaintively
Pause, oh pause, ere you decide to fall! Even at the latest hour the Lord desires to save your soul, the Lord yearns for your redemption, and maketh me to yearn also. Froeken Thelma!" and Mr.
The thing's perfectly fashionable, and there isn't a woman in society who wouldn't be perfectly charmed with it. But your ideas are better than Rosine's and all society's put together. Obey your own womanly instinct, Thelma!" "But what do you wish?" she asked earnestly. "You must tell me. It is to please you that I live." He kissed her.
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