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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Everyone heard thy voice, O Cæsar!" said Taurus Antinor slowly, "and see the aspirant for the Augusta's hand has prepared to do battle for her sake!" "But truly as the Lord liveth, and as thy soul liveth, there is but a step between me and death."
The mental act of looking back to this time, in after years, always recalled to Augusta's senses the odor of orange-blossoms, and the sight of the rich pomegranate-bloom blushing the roses down.
After he had drunk the Princess Augusta's health he said, "And now, having given the health of the oldest I will give that of the youngest member of the royal family.
Indeed, at the termination of the story, what between the beauty of Augusta's pages, the memory of Augusta's eyes, and the knowledge of Augusta's wrongs, Mr. Eustace Meeson began to feel very much as though he had fallen in love.
"I beg your pardon," he stammered, "I must introduce myself, as the girl has deserted me I am Eustace Meeson." Augusta's face hardened at the name. "If you have come to me from Messrs. Meeson and Co." she said quickly, and then broke off, as though struck by some new idea. "Indeed no," said Eustace. "I have nothing in common with Messrs.
"Suppose, my dear," answered the great lady, laying her little hand upon Augusta's beautiful hair, "that you were to drop the 'Lady Holmhurst' and call me 'Bessie? it sounds so much more sociable, you know, and, besides; it is shorter, and does not waste so much breath."
Then the fan was the very pink of fans; it had quivers and arrows upon it, and bunches of hearts looped up in azure festoons, and doves perched upon them; though Augusta's little sister, who was too young to know what hearts and doves were, when she saw them for the first time, said they were pretty little birds picking at apples.
It was this: that the sight of Miss Augusta's fine clothes and playthings, and beautiful rooms in which she lived, with the number of people she had to attend her, had made them both out of humour with their own humble way of living, and small house and plain clothes.
"Look out, Andy P., you'll make a mistake if you try in that way. You might have done it in the beginnin' or when I first warned you; but Augusta's like putty in her hands now. She don't seem to have any will of her own or gratitude or affection. I'm tellin' you straight, Andy P." Symes considered. "There is a way, if I could bring myself to do it." "What's that?" "Make Augusta jealous.
In a life so outwardly barren and monotonous as Augusta's a life in which the small external events were so firmly interwoven with the subtler threads of yearnings, wants, and desires the introduction of so large and novel a fact as Marcus Strand would naturally produce some perceptible result.
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