The Golden Calf by M. E. (Mary Elizabeth) Braddon
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intended visit. I cannot come to Kingthorpe quite out at elbows.'
'You look lovely even in the gown you have on,' said Bessie. 'I don't know anything about my loveliness, but I know that this gown is absolutely threadbare.' Bessie, sighed despondently. She knew her friend's resolute temper, and that any offer of clothes or money from her would be worse than useless. It would make Ida angry. 'What kind of man is your father, darling?' she asked, thoughtfully. 'Very good-natured.' 'Ah! Then he will send the five pounds.' 'Very weak.' 'Ah! Then he may change his mind about it.' 'Very poor.' 'Then he may not have the money.' 'The lot is in the urn of fate, Bess, We must take our chance. I think, somehow, that the money will come. I have asked for it urgently, for I do want to come to Kingthorpe.' Bessie kissed her. 'Yes, dear, I wish with all my heart to accept your kind mother's invitation; though I know, in my secret soul, that it is foolishness for me to see the inside of a |
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