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"Who hears the falling of the forest leaf? Or who takes note of every flower that dies?" Longfellow. The morning after Blanche and the arras had thus roughly dispelled Philippa's dream, the Lady Alianora sat in her bower, looking over a quantity of jewellery.
"I fancy Philippa's feelings must be rather difficult to define. So must his papa's, I should think." "I can't fancy anything more embarrassing." "Of course Tim has a mighty easy time of it, by comparison." "Does he necessarily know anything about it?" "He must have heard of it. It wasn't a secret, though it wasn't announced in the papers. These things get talked about.
Evelyn wondered what idea the phrase "the season in London" awoke in the mind of the nun. A little puzzled look did pass in her eyes, and then she resumed her friendly chatter. Evelyn listened, more interested in Mother Philippa's kind, amicable nature than in what she said. She imagined in different circumstances what a good wife she would have been, and what a good mother!
With these wild words, like bullets from a Gatling gun rattling in my ears, I seized Philippa's hand. Something fell, and would have rattled on the hard high road had it not been for the snow. I stooped to pick up this shining object, and with one more wild yell of 'My quarter's salary! Philippa waltzed again into the darkness.
There is a gentleman named Lessingham staying at the hotel, who I understand gave your name as reference." Philippa's eyes looked larger than ever, and her face more innocent, as she gazed up at her visitor. "Why, of course, Captain Griffiths," she said. "Mr. Lessingham was at college with my brother, and one of his best friends. He has shot down at my father's place in Cheshire."
And, by one of those uncomfortable coincidences which have led to the proverb that "Misfortunes never come single," it so happened that the news of the Countess's death had reached the Earl on the very morning whereon Sir Richard laid Philippa's letter before him.
'What did I say to annoy her, thinks Paul, and then seizing the first opportunity he makes for the door, but his sister stops him on the threshold. 'Oh, Paul, do be a dear, she says, 'and get some places for us for the play, I don't care what, only let it be somewhere proper, for Philippa's sake not mine, get them for to-morrow night, and come and dine here beforehand.
As they left the room together, Francis raised Philippa's hands and kissed them, first one and then the other. "The clouds have disappeared, and the sun is shining," he repeated softly; "for you are here. Oh, my sweet! what it is to see you again!" "You are really feeling better?" she asked. "Ever so much stronger," he assured her, "and the sight of you will complete the cure.
But why the Soudan? 'A whim, a sick man's fancy. Perhaps because it is not so very remote from Old Calabar, the country of Philippa's own father. Mother, tell me, how do you like her? 'She is the woman you love, and however shady her antecedents, however peculiar her style of conversation, she is, she must be, blameless.
Tell me, what do you think of my looks?" At this naive demand, made in a perfectly serious tone, Priscilla laughed again. But Anne said, impulsively squeezing Philippa's hand, "We thought this morning that you were the prettiest girl we saw at Redmond." Philippa's crooked mouth flashed into a bewitching, crooked smile over very white little teeth.
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