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The chatter in the room was hushed, and for a moment a dangerous wrath flamed in Miss Sadler's eyes. Then she passed on with a smile, to send most particular messages to the mother of Miss Isabel Burrage. Some few moments afterward Cynthia felt a touch on her arm, and turned to find herself confronted by Miss Sally Broke.
Her insistence, therefore, proved, above all, that she cared more for her friend's opinion of Henry Burrage than for her own a reminder, certainly, of the responsibility that Olive had incurred in undertaking to form this generous young mind, and of the exalted place that she now occupied in it.
But it would be impossible to sit there waiting for her, doing nothing. The best course for Lorry was to go out and look for her go to all those places where she might be. Aunt Ellen would be at the house, waiting, if she came, to tell her they were all right. And Lorry would return at intervals to see if she had come. If by midday she hadn't, then there was Mark Burrage. She would go to him.
"That's right show my teeth so he couldn't get at the bell. But, joking apart, I'd like you to look upon me that way I mean if you ever wanted anyone to consult with. You're just two girls you might need a man's help things come up." The smile died from her lips. She was surprised, gratefully, sweetly surprised. "Oh, Mr. Burrage, that's very kind of you." "No, it's not.
"How should Miss Burrage know you, sir, or any body here?" said Lady Diana, looking round, as if upon beings of a species different from her own. "How should she know her own aunt that bred her up?" said the invincible John Barker, "and me who have had her on my knee a hundred times, giving her barley-sugar till she was sick?" "Sick! I am sure you make me sick," said Lady Diana.
When a girl is as charming, as original, as Miss Tarrant, it doesn't in the least matter who she is; she makes herself the standard by which you measure her; she makes her own position. And then Miss Tarrant has such a future!" Mrs. Burrage added, quickly, as if that were the last thing to be overlooked.
"All I know," said Miss Burrage, "is, that one night I saw Miss Warwick putting a lock of frightful hair into a locket, and I asked her whose it was. 'My amiable Araminta's, said Miss Warwick, 'Is she pretty? said I. 'I have never seen her, said Miss Warwick; 'but I will show you a charming picture of her mind! and she put this long letter into my hand.
Burrage had indeed explained this partly by saying that her son's condition was wearing her out, and that she would enter into anything that would make him happier, make him better. She was fonder of him than of the whole world beside, and it was an anguish to her to see him yearning for Miss Tarrant only to lose her.
Then lowering his voice a little, he mentioned what it was: a lecture in the Music Hall, at fifty cents a ticket, without her father, right there on her own basis. He lowered his voice still more and revealed to Miss Chancellor his innermost thought, having first assured himself that Selah was still absent and that Mrs. Tarrant was inquiring of Mr. Burrage whether he visited much on the new land.
Olive may have been right, but it shall be confided to the reader that in reality she never knew, by any sense of her own, whether Verena were a flirt or not. She could see the difference between Mr. Gracie and Mr. Burrage; her being bored by Mrs. Tarrant's attempting to point it out is perhaps a proof of that.
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