Mistress Penwick by Dutton Payne
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She flushed red as she met his eyes--now cold and
unimpassioned--looking into the very depths of her own. He saw the sudden scarlet that mantled her face, and knew--knew she loved him. And his heart went out to her, for he was attached to the russet thing, an attachment heretofore unnamed, but now--now suddenly christened with that parsimonious appellation--pity; the object of which is never satisfied. But he had naught else to give, for Katherine had suddenly impoverished him. "'Tis generous of thee, Cedric, to break from thy gay company; what are they engaged in?" "Various,--some at cards, others at music--" "And what was thy pastime that thou couldst sever thyself so agreeably?" "I was listening to Bettie, and she on a sudden remarked of thy indisposition. I straightway came to note thy ailing. I have talked not with thee in private since thy arrival, and there is much news. Hast seen her, Constance, to talk with her?" "Whom meanest thou? There are many 'hers' in the house!" "The beauty that flew to me over seas, of course; whom else could I mean?" "Oh! oh! to be sure; the maid from Quebec. Aye, I talked with her some. Thou sayest she is Sir John Penwick's daughter?" |
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