Frances Waldeaux by Rebecca Harding Davis
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body in London has studied their history so thoroughly.
I did wish you could have heard him. And the day before I was at the House--in the ladies' gallery. I can't imagine how he got admission for me. He IS so clever!" "We are going down to Canterbury for a couple of days," said Clara. "We start at noon. Will you go with us?" "No, I think not. George does not seem to care for cathedrals. And he has plans for me, no doubt." Miss Vance brushed the bonnet and carefully rolled up the strings. "Are you satisfied? Is London the London you have been thinking of these twenty years?" she asked. "Oh, a thousand times more! And George has been with me every day--every day!" Miss Vance picked up the gloves, looking impatiently at the poor lady's happy face. "Now she has gone off into one of her silly transports of delight, and for no earthly reason!" "I noticed that George has seen very little of Lisa lately," she said tentatively. "If he really means to marry her----" "Marry her! Clara! You surely never feared THAT?" "He certainly told us plainly enough that he would do |
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