Muslin by George (George Augustus) Moore
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She found the little cripple leaning over the banisters listening to the sound of voices. 'Oh, my dear! Is it you? I expected you to come to see me when you left the gentlemen in the dining-room.' 'I couldn't come before, dear,' said Alice, kissing her friend. 'Just as I was asking Lady Sarah the way to your room, we heard them coming.' 'And how did you like the party? Which of the men did you think the nicest?' 'I did not care for any of them; and oh, that odious Mr. Lynch!' Cecilia's eyes flashed with a momentary gleam of satisfaction, and spoke of a little excursion--a walk to the Brennans, who lived two miles distant--that she had been planning for the last few days. VII The girls had given each other rendezvous at the gate of Dungory Castle. Lover was never more anxious to meet mistress than this little deformed girl to see her friend; and Alice could see her walking hurriedly up and down the gravel-sweep in front of the massive grey-stone lodge. |
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