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Updated: June 23, 2025
Carteret had begun to pound impatiently upon the door, when it was cautiously opened by Miss Pemberton, who was pale, and trembled with excitement. "Where is Olivia?" asked the major. "She is upstairs, with Dodie and Mrs. Albright's hospital nurse. Dodie has the croup. Virgie ran away after the riot broke out. Sister Olivia had sent for Mammy Jane, but she did not come. Mrs.
It is natural that you should be," responded Lady Linton, as she broke an egg into her cup and busied herself seasoning it, although she did not even taste it after it was prepared. Excitement and anxiety had destroyed her appetite. Two or three times every week, of late, there had been just such a scene as this when the mail came in after the arrival of a steamer. No letters came from Virgie.
She was very careful, however, not to appear in the matter to commit herself. She had determined to get Virgie away before Sadie's return from Coney Island, while she feared, too, the coming of Sir William to investigate the cause of his wife's long silence. One glance was sufficient to tell Virgie what paper it was, and she flushed to her brow.
Virgie grew deathly white, and clutched at her throat, for it seemed as if she were suffocating. Then she mastered her emotion, and crept away to her chamber to read the letter, for she felt that it contained some fatal news, and she wished no one to witness her suffering as she read it.
But she was in too high spirits to notice anything, and hugged me and hugged me till I inwardly relented ten dollars' worth on the transmission for Nelly and I had been good chums before we went into the syndicate, and there was a time when we would have shared our last chocolate cream. "Virgie, you can't guess!" she exclaimed, her eyes dancing.
It was well the sight of the cool water held their eyes for if they had only looked up they might have seen Virgie wresting her hand out of her father's grasp and standing suddenly petrified with the thought that she had left behind her one beloved possession. "Here's the spring, Smith under the rock. Fill up the canteens. Here, Harry, help me get fire wood."
"No, Virgie," her father returned, gravely; "do not allow my temporary improvement to deceive you. A fatal disease has fastened itself upon me, and I know that I have not long to live." "Oh, papa!" exclaimed the lovely girl, sharply. "I will not believe it. Pray, <i>pray</i> try what medical advice will do for you." "Hush, my child," Mr. Abbot returned, deeply moved.
Heath, seeing that Mr. Abbot was weary and more inclined to rest upon the lounge than to converse, asked Virgie if she would allow him to be her escort and go out for a ramble. The young girl flushed with pleasure at the request, and cordially assented.
Virgie and the Benighted Traveler. "Virgie, I shall have to give up the race." "Papa!" "My strength is failing rapidly. It was all that I could do to creep home to-night. My trembling limbs, my labored breathing, and this dreadful cough, all warn me that I must set my house in order, and make provision for your future."
"Virgie, you will not crush the sweet hope that has been taking root in my heart during these months that I have spent with you," Sir William pleaded, his face paling as she did not answer, and a fear smiting him that he might have been nourishing a delusion. "I have fancied that I have seen the love-light dawning in your eyes oh, do not tell me that I have been deceiving myself.
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