Missing by Mrs. Humphry Ward
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And lighting another cigarette, Cicely looked at her brother with
mocking eyes. Farrell reddened a little, but kept his temper. 'In a week or two I should think, you might ask her, when she's got over her husband's going away.' 'They get over it very soon--in general,' said Cicely coolly. 'Not that sort.' The voice was Captain Marsworth's. Cicely appeared to take no notice. But her eyelids flickered. Hester Martin interposed. 'A dear, little, appealing thing,' she said, warmly--'and her husband evidently a capital fellow. I didn't take to the sister--but who knows? She may be an excellent creature, all the same. I'm glad I shall be so near them. It will be a help to that poor child to find her something to do.' Cicely laughed. 'You think she'll hunt sphagnum--and make bandages? I don't.' 'Why this "thusness?"' said Miss Martin raising her eyebrows. 'What has made you take a dislike to the poor little soul, Cicely? There never was anyone more plainly in love--' |
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