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During Undine's illness of the previous winter Mrs. Heeny had become a familiar figure to Paul, who had learned to expect almost as much from her bag as from his grandmother's pockets; so that the intemperate Saturdays at the Malibran were usually followed by languid and abstemious Sundays in Washington Square. Mrs.
The knight was himself, indeed, just as little pleased with Undine's childish behaviour as the rest; but all his looks and half-reproachful words were to no purpose.
"Why on earth did we ever leave Apex, then?" she exclaimed. Mrs. Spragg's eyes usually dropped before her daughter's inclement gaze; but on this occasion they held their own with a kind of awe-struck courage, till Undine's lids sank above her flushing cheeks. She sprang up, tugging at the waistband of her habit, while Mrs.
But instead of going to an hotel they went to their apartment, where carpets were up and curtains down, and a care-taker prepared primitive food at uncertain hours; and Undine's first glimpse of Hubert's illuminated windows deepened her rancour and her sense of helplessness.
She's trying it to-day, and after this it'll happen regularly...she'll drag me over here every day or two...at least she thinks she will!" A sincere disgust was Undine's uppermost sensation. She was as much ashamed as Mrs. Spragg might have been at finding herself used to screen a clandestine adventure.
"Surely," Peter answered, "the lady paramount of this demesne?" "No, no." She shook her head, smiling. "Undine. They are Undine's her necklaces and tiaras. No mortal woman's jewel-case contains anything half so brilliant. But look at them look at the long chains of them how they float for a minute and are then drawn down.
But there's just one thing you CAN do, dearest: please to let Mr. Rolliver alone!" "Mr. Rolliver, my dear?" Undine's laugh showed that she took this for unmixed comedy. "That's a nice way to remind me that you're heaps and heaps better-looking than I am!" Indiana gave her an acute glance. "Millard Binch didn't think so not even at the very end." "Oh, poor Millard!"
Bertalda leapt up with delight, and the two friends at the same moment began painting this enchanting voyage on the Danube in the most brilliant colours. Huldbrand, too, agreed to the project with pleasure; only he once whispered, with something of alarm, in Undine's ear "But at that distance Kuhleborn becomes possessed of his power again!"
The girl was at first terrified with this relation; she imagined her friend must be seized with sudden madness, but she became more convinced that all was true, for Undine's story was so connected, and fitted so well with former occurrences, and still more she had that inward feeling with which truth never fails to make itself known to us.
I think you know also my cousin Chelles," she added, looking into Undine's eyes. "I am the Princess Estradina. I've come here with my mother for the air." The murmur of negation died on Undine's lips. She found herself grappling with a new social riddle, and such surprises were always stimulating.
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