The Golden Calf by M. E. (Mary Elizabeth) Braddon
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on Bessie's birthday. Isn't it too jolly?'
'All the way from Norway?' asked Ida. 'Yes,' said Urania, who had been carried down the hill with the torrent of Wendovers, 'all the way from Norway. Isn't it nice of him?' Blanche's frank face was brimming over with smiles. The boys were all laughing. How happy Brian's coming had made them! Ida looked at them wonderingly. 'How pleased you all seem!' she said. 'I did not know you were so fond of your cousin. I thought it was the other you liked.' 'Oh, we like them both,' said Blanche, 'and it is so nice of Brian to come on purpose for Bessie's birthday. Do come and see him. He is on the top of the hill talking to Bess; and the kettle boils, and we are just going to have tea. We are all starving.' 'After such a dinner!' exclaimed Ida. 'Such a dinner, indeed!--two or three legs of fowls and a plate or so of pie!' ejaculated Reginald, contemptuously. 'I began to be hungry a quarter of an hour afterwards. Come and see Brian.' Ida looked round her wonderingly, feeling as if she was in a dream. Dr. Rylance had disappeared. Urania was smiling at her sweetly, more sweetly than it was her wont to smile at Ida Palliser. |
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