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But a new voice was now heard that was sharper than the "pet" was accustomed to. "Zell, you are a perfect bear. One would think you had learned your manners at a boys' boarding school." Zell's great black eyes blazed for a moment toward the speaker, who was a young lady reclining on a lounge near the window, and who in appearance must have been the counterpart of Mrs.
She also realized how essential Zell's help would be in the struggle for bread on which they must enter, and wished to obtain her hearty co-operation in some plan of work. She saw that labor now was inevitable, and must be commenced immediately. From Laura little was to be hoped.
Allen, shivering before the trouble she had largely occasioned, is the answer. Edith soon broke the forlorn silence that followed Zell's outburst by saying: "All the blame doesn't rest on the parents. I might have improved my advantages far better.
Thus in this household even human love was discordant and perverted, and the Divine love unknown. What chance had character, that thing of slow growth, in such an atmosphere? The popping of a champagne cork took the place of grace at the opening of the meal, and the glasses were filled all around. In honor of Zell's birthday they drank to her health and happiness.
Edith dreaded the alienation she saw in Zell's face, and felt wronged by it, knowing that she had only acted as truest friend and protector. But in order still to shield her sister she must secure her confidence, or else the danger averted the past evening would threaten as grimly as ever.
Edith stole noiselessly to Zell's cot. She was sleeping. Edith sat down silently and watched for her waking. At last she opened her eyes and glanced fearfully around. Then she saw Edith, and instantly shrank and cowered as if expecting a blow. "Zell," said Edith, taking the poor, thin hand, "Oh, Zell, don't you know me?" "What are you going to do with me?" asked Zell, in a voice full of dread.
Its familiar light and position remind him of home, and by its ray he guesses in what direction to move; so the crystallized light upon her finger threw its faint glimmer into the past, and by its help Zell's weak mind groped its way down from the hour it was given to the moment when she became partially unconscious in Van Dam's apartments.
Allen herself as she had looked twenty-three years before. In contrast with her sharp, annoyed tone, her cheeks and eyes were wet with tears. "What are you crying about?" was Zell's brusque response. "Oh, I see; a novel. What a ridiculous old thing you are.
Zell's letters had confirmed this opinion, and he saw that she was half desperate with ennui and disgust at their loneliness. "I imagine we have stayed away long enough," he continued. "They have had sufficient of the miseries of mud, rain, and exile, not to be very nice about the conditions of return to old haunts and life.
He continually brought her bon-bons and like fanciful trifles, till at last, in jest, the family called him Zell's "ancient beau." But during the past year it had dawned on him that the child he petted on account of her beauty and sprightliness, was rapidly becoming a brilliant woman, who would make a wife far more to his taste than her equally beautiful but matter-of-fact sister.
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