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Miss Violet's tastes were, on the contrary, more rude and boisterous than those of her sister. She knew the sequestered spots where the hens laid their eggs. She could climb a tree to rob the nests of the feathered songsters of their speckled spoils. And her pleasure was to ride the young colts, and to scour the plains like Camilla. She was the favourite of her father and of the stablemen.
You had been smoking those hateful cigarettes." "Ah, but tell me!" insisted Violet. "Why did I come to you? What did I say? Was was Max there?" "He came in," faltered Olga. "He guessed you weren't well. He helped you back to your own room. Don't you remember?" "Yes yes I remember!" Violet's brows were drawn with the effort; there was a look of dawning horror in her eyes.
Nature, whom Ranny had blasphemed and upbraided, triumphed and was justified in Violet's beauty, that bloomed again and yet was changed to something almost fine, almost clear; as if its coarse strain had been purged from it by maternity. Something fine and clear in Ranny responded to the change. And, as in their first honeymoon, Violet's irritation ceased.
Briggs had been Violet's nurse she had reigned supreme in the Priory kitchen, and she still regarded it as an outlying portion of her dominions. Violet leaned back upon her pillows with exhaustion written plainly on her pale face. "Oh, do as you like, Nanny! But I don't want anything. I've got my cigarettes." Mrs. Briggs grunted, and turned to go.
John Latimer is no better, finer, or nobler man than Floyd Grandon, and yet he loves his wife with so tender a passion that Violet's life looks like prison and starvation beside it. If she dared go to Floyd Grandon and ask for a little love! Did he give it all to that regal woman long ago, and does the ghost of the strangled passion stand between?
'How unhappy it must make her! how much it must add to her dislike! they must be brought together again! were gentle Violet's thoughts.
Nesbit coldly touched her hand; then Theodora, with some difficulty, pronounced the words, 'How are you? and brought herself to kiss Violet's cheek, but took no apparent notice of the child, and stood apart while her mother made all hospitable speeches, moving on, so as not to keep Mrs. Nesbit standing.
He saw his own name in it and Violet's, and he knew of course that what Frank had to say was about the lost money, but he could see also that the story was only hinted at, and the letter was altogether so vague and indefinite, that it might well seem mysterious to Philip. "Can you make it out?" Philip asked. "I know what he means, though perhaps I should not have found it out from this.
But she was rushing at such headlong speed she could not save herself; a low shuddering cry of terror burst from her lips as she suddenly lost her balance; there was a short interval of silence, followed by a heavy splash in the waters below, then the waves closed over the unfortunate girl, and the ocean held the secret of her fate, as well as of Violet's mysterious disappearance.
The other day, when Violet carried her off roaring at not being allowed to turn grandmamma's work-box inside out, her ladyship made a formal remonstrance to me on letting the poor child's spirit be broken by strictness. 'I hope you told her that some spirits would be glad to have been broken long ago, said Theodora. 'I only told her I had perfect faith in Violet's management.
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