Coralie - Everyday Life Library No. 2 by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Monica) Brame
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"Any good woman would love you, Edgar," said my sister. She hesitated,
then asked slowly: "Have you said anything to Coralie?" "Certainly not. Why should I?" A delicate color flushed my sister's face. "To tell you the truth," she replied, "I have fancied of late that Coralie likes you. Nay, I need not mince matters; I am quite sure she loves you." "She loves us both, because we are all in the world she has to love; but not in the way you mean, Clare." But Clare shook her head doubtfully. "I hope I may be mistaken; but, Edgar, I have a nervous feeling about it, difficult to describe and hard to bear, as though evil would come to you through her. I cannot tell you how the thought haunts and perplexes me." I laughed, little dreaming then how it would be. "Sheer nervous fancy, Clare. Take it at the very worst, that Coralie does like me, perhaps, a little too well, and is both piqued and angry at my engagement, in the name of common sense, I ask you, what possible harm can she do to me?" "None that I can see; yet the dread lies heavy upon me, brother." |
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