The Abbot's Ghost, or Maurice Treherne's Temptation - A Christmas Story by Louisa May Alcott
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"Mamma, do you wish me to like Frank Annon?" The abrupt question rather disturbed my lady, but knowing her daughter's frank, impetuous nature, she felt somewhat relieved by this candor, and answered decidedly, "I do. He is your equal in all respects; he loves you, Jasper desires it, I approve, and you, being heart-whole, can have no just objection to the alliance." "Has he spoken to you?" "No, to your brother." "You wish this much, Mamma?" "Very much, my child." "I will try to please you, then." And stifling a sigh, the girl kissed her mother with unwonted meekness in tone and manner. "Now I am well pleased. Be happy, my love. No one will urge or distress you. Let matters take their course, and if this hope of ours can be fulfilled, I shall be relieved of the chief care of my life." A sound of girlish voices here broke on their ears, and springing up, Octavia hurried to meet her friends, exclaiming joyfully, "They have come! they have come!" Two smiling, blooming girls met her at the door, and, being at an enthusiastic age, they gushed in girlish fashion for several minutes, |
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