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It is so short that you would laugh at it as a weapon, and yet you could bend it double. Ah, there was a splendid piece of work, sir. You should see the little toy to appreciate it. There are diamonds and rubies worth 50,000 gavvos set in the handle. Ah, it is " Truxton's eyes were sparkling once more. Somehow he was amused by the sudden garrulousness of the old armourer.
Would you ever have thought she could be sober long enough to sing even a short ballad? What a girl Bertha was!-real good and kind though, despite her witchery. "Oh, me! do you ever wish, Lizzie, you were a school-girl again at Madam Truxton's? I do.
She can hardly eclipse 'Leah Mordecai the beautiful, that's the way I write it now." THE examination-days at Madam Truxton's were over. The long-dreaded reviews had been passed with credit to both pupils and instructors.
"I can't go, auntie, until I've seen him safe outside the walls," he said firmly. "I said I would." They came to the little gate and passed through, into a winding path that soon brought them to a wide, main-travelled avenue. A light broke in upon Truxton's mind. He had it! This was the wonderful Countess Marlanx! No sooner had he come to that decision than he was forced to abandon it.
She is quite a pretty girl, but too religious, I should judge, from what Helen says. Her mother is a widow. I guess they are poor. "Mother is quite reconciled to me again, and spoke playfully to me last night about marrying Miss Belle Upton, who is to visit Helen next week and attend the closing of Madam Truxton's school. Well, 'we shall see what we shall see, but I hardly think I will.
"I am not saying it to be nice." "Aren't you oh !" She gave a quick exclamation. "What's the matter?" "I dropped my fan." "I'll go and get it," he said, and just then the music started. "No," said Becky, "never mind now. This is your dance with Mary and she mustn't be kept waiting." "Aren't you dancing this?" "It is Truxton's, and I begged off. Run along, dear boy."
It was while she was reading Truxton's letter that the Flippins came by Mr. Flippin and his wife, Mary, and little Fidelity. A slender mulatto woman followed with a basket. The Flippins were one of the "second families." Between them and the Paines of King's Crest and the Bannisters of Huntersfield stretched a deep chasm of social prejudice.
It is no misstatement of fact to say that she was, indeed, the ruling spirit of Madam Truxton's entire school. Dr. Heartwell, Lizzie's father, had lived in a distant State, and died when she was but a tender child. Her mother, a descendant of the Huguenots, was herself a native of the Queen City. But far away from her native home had Mrs.
"I pray God it may be deferred until I am capable of defending myself," groaned Vos Engo, glaring at the other with implacable hatred in his eyes. "You might pray for my preservation, too, while you're at it," said Truxton, as he crept away to regain his rifle. There were other witnesses to Truxton's rash act. In a lofty window of the north wing crouched a white-faced girl and a grim old man.
"Haven't you heard about it? With dynamite bums bombs. Yes, sir! That's the way they do to all princes." He was quite unconcerned. Truxton's look of horror diminished. No doubt it was a subterfuge employed to secure princely obedience, very much as the common little boy is brought to time by mention of the ubiquitous bogie man. "That's too bad," commiserated Truxton, baiting the pin once more.
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