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Updated: June 10, 2025
The idea of horrid floors, like black looking-glasses, and slipperier than a skating-rink. Edith, how long is it since you got up?" "Now for it!" thought Edith, and the smile she strove to repress, dimpled her sunny face. Luckily, standing behind Trix's chair, Trix did not see it. "How long? Oh, since nine o'clock. You know I'm not a very early riser." "Did you go straight down to breakfast?"
Wentworth was distinguished by a stately civility, and her remarks about that lady by a superfluity of laudation; for if these be not two distinguishing marks of rivalry in the well-bred, I must go back to my favorite books and learn from them more folly. And if Trix's manners were all that they should be, praise no less high must be accorded to Mrs.
For Edith, she walked calmly beside him her mind a serene blank. They reached Powyss Place they entered the drawing-room. All were there Trixy lying on a sofa, pale and interesting, Lady Helena beside her, Charley lounging in the recess of a sunny window. All eyes turned upon the newcomers, Trix's with suspicious jealousy.
He was certainly in love with Trix, not with her money, and the treatment he underwent must have been as trying to his feelings as it was galling to his pride. My sympathy was not premature, for Miss Trix's fascinations, which were indubitably great, began to have their effect. The scene about the canoe was re-enacted, but with a different denouement.
But Falloden was inexorable. He tore his sister Nelly, a soft fluffy creature of seventeen, away from the shy attentions of the second-year man, scoffed in disgust at Trix's desire for chocolates after a Gargantuan meal, and declared that they would all be late for the Eights, if any more gorging was allowed. His mother rose obediently.
Agnes did not feel like repeating this when Miss Georgiana made her investigation of the incident after school. She was no "tell-tale." Therefore she repeated only her former accusation that Trix's whispering had confused her in her recitation. "I never whispered to her!" snapped Trix, tossing her head. "I'm not so fond of her as all that, I hope."
She clung to her girls, and her girls clung to her, and presently they were seated together round the dining-room table, on which, in spite of Trix's dismal prophecy, appeared a tray of the ever-welcome afternoon- tea. "After their journey, Trix dear! I thought just this once," murmured Mrs Connor apologetically. "Dear Ruth, how sweet you look! Is that a new coat?
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