Alice, or the Mysteries — Book 05 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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taken up to her room,--a little soup and the wing of a chicken."
"My dear," said Mr. Merton, rather pompously, "I think it would be but a proper respect to Miss Cameron, if you yourself accompanied Caroline." "I assure you," said the curate, alarmed at the avalanche of politeness that threatened poor Evelyn,--"I assure you that Miss Cameron would prefer being left alone at present; as you say, Mrs. Merton, her spirits are rather agitated." But Mrs. Merton, with a sliding bow, had already quitted the room, and Caroline with her. "Come back, Sophy! Cecilia, come back!" said Mr. Merton, settling his _jabot_. "Oh, dear Evy! poor dear Evy!--Evy is ill!" said Sophy; "I may go to Evy? I must go, Papa!" "No, my dear, you are too noisy; these children are quite spoiled, Mr. Aubrey." The old man looked at them benevolently, and drew them to his knee; and, while Cissy stroked his long white hair, and Sophy ran on about dear Evy's prettiness and goodness, Lord Vargrave sauntered into the room. On seeing the curate, his frank face lighted up with surprise and pleasure; he hastened to him, seized him by both hands, expressed the most heartfelt delight at seeing him, inquired tenderly after Lady Vargrave, and, not till he was out of breath, and Mrs. Merton and |
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