Janice Meredith by Paul Leicester Ford
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Evatt, though not till this moment aware of the fact, nodded his head gravely. "'T is all her doings, though she'd be glad enough to make it up if I would let her. A fine frenzy her ladyship would be in, too, if she dreamt he'd given me the miniature." "A miniature!" marvelled the visitor, encouragingly. "Of whom?" "'T is just what--Oh, I think I'll tell thee the whole tale and get thy advice. I dare not go to mommy, for I know she'd make me give it up, and dadda being away, and Tibbie in a snip-snap, I have no one to--and perhaps--I'd never tell thee to shame Tibbie, but because I need advice and--" "A man with half an eye would know you were no tale-bearer, Miss Janice," her companion assured her. Thus prompted and enticed, the girl poured out the whole story. "I wish I could show you the picture," she ended. "She is the most beautiful creature I ever saw." "Hast never looked in a mirror, Miss Janice?" "Now thou 't just teasing." "I' faith, 't is the last thought in my mind," said Evatt, heartily. |
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