Muslin by George (George Augustus) Moore
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'She will see me next time she turns,' thought Alice; and immediately
after Cecilia uttered a joyful cry and ran forward. 'Oh, so it is you, Alice! I am so glad! I thought you were going to disappoint me.' 'And why, dear, did you think I was going to disappoint you?' said Alice, stooping to kiss the wan, wistful face. 'I don't know--I can't say--but I fancied something would happen;' and the great brown eyes began to melt with tears of delight. 'I had, you know, set my heart on this walk with you.' 'I am sure the pleasure is as much mine as yours; and now, whither lies our way?' 'Through the deer-park, through the oakwood, across the fields into the highroad, and then you are at the gate,' 'Won't that be too far for you?' 'Oh, not at all! It is not more than a mile and a half; but for you, you had to come another mile and a half. It is fully that from here to Brookfield. But tell me, dear,' said Cecilia, clinging to her friend's arm, 'why have you not been over to see me before? It is not kind of you; we have been home from school now over a fortnight, and, except on the night of the dinner-party, I haven't seen you once.' 'I was coming over to see you last week, dear; but, to tell you the truth, mamma prevented me. I cannot think why, but somehow she does not |
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