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Updated: May 1, 2025
In this corner the ground dipped a little, and the blue-grass, which the weeds had driven out in the upper part of the orchard, grew thick and luxuriant. Wild roses were flaming in the tufts of bunchgrass along the fence. Under a white mulberry tree there was an old wagon-seat. Beside it lay a book and a workbasket. "You must have the seat, Alexandra.
She looked inquisitively at Alice, eyeing the letter which was lying by the side of her niece's workbasket, but she said no word about Mr Grey or the Countess. At last Alice spoke. "Aunt," she said, "I have had a letter this morning from your friend, Lady Midlothian." "She is my cousin, Alice; and yours as much as mine." "Your cousin then, aunt. But it is of more moment that she is your friend.
For it is a royal trait to thank with the same graciousness and warmth the donors of the humblest and the greatest offerings. There was a paper-knife for Uncle Tom, and a workbasket for Aunt Mary, and a dress apiece for Catherine, Bridget, and Mary Ann, none of whom Peter ever forgot.
She was inquisitive for accounts of Spanish history and the land of Spain. They passed into the drawing-room. She had heard of the fate of the poor child in Wales, she said, without a comment. 'I see now, I ought to have backed your proposal, he confessed, and was near on shivering. She kept silent, proudly or regretfully. Open on her workbasket was a Spanish guide-book and a map attached to it.
As she stood there before him in her white dress under the twilight, he had a vision of her lying with shut eyes in his chair at Marinata; he remembered the first wild impulse that had bade him gather her, unconscious and helpless, in his arms. He moved away from her. For something to do, or say, he stooped down to look into her open workbasket. 'Isn't that one of the Nemi terra-cottas!
There was no cozy arrangement for daily feminine employment; no workbasket, or litter of spools and tapes; nothing to indicate what might be her daily way of going on. On the broad ledges of the windows, where any other woman would have had a plant or two, there was no array of geraniums or verbenas not even a seedling orange tree or a monthly rose.
For it is a royal trait to thank with the same graciousness and warmth the donors of the humblest and the greatest offerings. There was a paper-knife for Uncle Tom, and a workbasket for Aunt Mary, and a dress apiece for Catherine, Bridget, and Mary Ann, none of whom Peter ever forgot.
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