A Romance of Two Worlds by Marie Corelli
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"Of course! That is it; and Mr. Cellini takes it for granted that a girl of your age would not be likely to refuse a dance. Still there is something odd about it, too. By-the-bye, I forgot to ask you how the picture got on?" "Oh, very well, I believe," I replied evasively. "Signor Cellini only made a slight outline sketch as a beginning." "And was it like you?--a really good resemblance?" "I really did not examine it closely enough to be able to judge." "What a demure young person you are!" laughed Mrs. Everard. "Now, _I_ should have rushed straight up to the easel and examined every line of what he was doing. You are a model of discretion, really! I shan't be anxious about leaving you alone any more. But about your dress for to-night. Let me see it, there's a good girl." I opened my trunk and took out a robe of ivory-tinted crepe. It was made with almost severe simplicity, and was unadorned, save by a soft ruffle of old Mechlin lace round the neck and sleeves. Amy examined it critically. "Now, you would have looked perfectly ghastly in this last night, when you were as pale and hollow-eyed as a sick nun; but to-night," and she raised her eyes to my face, "I believe you will do. Don't you want the bodice cut lower?" "No, thanks!" I said, smiling. "I will leave that to the portly |
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