Miriam Monfort - A Novel by Catherine A. Warfield
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A few minutes later we were ourselves laughing merrily over the baby's ineffectual efforts to catch a bunch of scarlet roses which George dangled above her head, and, altogether forgetful of Evelyn's sneer, bumped our heads together in trying to kiss her. In truth, my superb sense of womanhood lifted me quite above all frivolous suggestions; thenceforth George seemed to me physically almost as much of a baby as Mabel, and was nearly as dependent on my aid. In his sudden fits of exhaustion and agony of such uncertain recurrence as to render it dangerous for him to venture forth alone, he always turned with confidence to my supporting and guiding hand. I taught him his lessons in the intervals of my own studies, which he recited when he could to a private teacher, the same who gave me lessons. Evelyn preferred a public school, and was sent, at her own request, to a fashionable establishment in the city attended by the _élite_ alone, as the enormous prices charged for tuition indicated, as a day-boarder. There she became proficient in mere mechanical music--her ear being a poor one naturally--and learned to speak two languages, dance to perfection, and conduct herself like a high-bred woman of fashion on all occasions and in all emergencies--each and all necessities for a belle, which, it may be remembered, she had aspired to be, and announced her intention of becoming. The fame of my father's wealth, her own beauty, tact, and grace, and elegant attire, rendered her conspicuous among her school-mates, and from among these she selected as friends such as appeared to her most |
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