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But some few months ago he inaugurated the new regime, and holds me at arm's length. I can't ask him why, when he looks at me so matter-of-factly through his eyeglass, can I?" "No; certainly not." A slight frown marred the complacency of Mrs. Levice's brow. Such actions were not at all in accordance with her darling plan. Arnold was much to her; but she wished him to be more.
He did not read much, his eyes straying from the printed page before him to the "finis" writing itself slowly on Jules Levice's face, and thence to Ruth's pale profile; she was crying, so quietly, though, that but for the visible tears an onlooker might not have known it; she herself did not, her heart was silently overflowing.
"No," she responded dully; "but let us not talk about it any more, please. I must see Louis again, you know." "If your father were here, he could help you better, dear;" there was no reproach in Mrs. Levice's gentle acceptance of the fact; "he will be so happy over it.
Had she cared to look the cause boldly in the face, she would have known that Miss Ruth Levice's vanity had been highly fed by Dr. Kemp's unmistakable desire for her assistance.
A Frenchman is never so much one as when confronted in a foreign land with a great French creation; every fibre in his body answers each charm with an appreciation worked to fever-heat by patriotic love; at such times the play of his emotions precludes any idea of reason to an onlooker. Bernhardt was one of Levice's passions. Booth was another, though he took him more composedly.
One said, 'I had no idea the Levices were so intimate with Dr. Kemp; another young girl laughed and said, 'Ruth Levice had a swell escort last night, didn't she? Still another asked, 'Anything on the tapis in your family, Mrs. Lewis? And what could I say?" "What did you say?" Mrs. Levice's quiet tone did not betray her vexation.
Their fragrance filled the room while the simple ceremony was being performed. It was a striking picture, and one not likely to be forgotten. Levice's eyes filled with proud, pardonable tears as he looked at his daughter, for never had she looked as to-day in her simple white gown, her face like a magnolia bud, a fragrant dream; standing next to Kemp, the well-mated forms were noticeable.
She called on a poor young girl who, after a long illness, desires pupils in Spanish." "A friend of Dr. Kemp." "Exactly." "A young girl, unmarried, who, a few weeks ago, through a merciful fate, lost her child at its birth." The faint flush on Mrs. Levice's cheek receded. "Who told you this?" she questioned in an even, low voice. "I thought you could not know. Mrs.
Beneath their happy glow Levice's sank and his steady lips grew pale. They were away from mankind in the shelter of the woods, the birds gayly carolling their matins above them. "And you desire to become his wife?" Neck, face, and ears were suffused with color as she faltered unsteadily, "Oh, Father, he loves me."
One picture she kept constantly before her, her father's happy eyes. Mrs. Levice's gaze strayed pensively from the violets she was embroidering to Ruth's pale face. Every time the latter stirred, her mother started expectantly; but the anxiously awaited disclosure was not forthcoming. Outside the rain kept up a sullen downpour, deepening the feeling of comfort indoors; but Mrs.
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