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392 EIGHT OK WRONG.
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_ -«» *• ( Concluded From Page 339.)
* * How can I be happy if I see you miserable ?' ** * I am not miserable / she cried , looking up suddenly with a
glowing- cheek ; ' who said or hinted that I was ? I am only angry , only hurt , when I see myself forgotten and despised ! '
"' These are foolish fancies , but you will do us justice one day . I came on purpose to fetch you- _^—Eustace will be impatient—come . '
" ' Then he really sent for me ? ' she said hesitatingly . " I have offcen since thought how much hung upon my reply . In
my anxiety to conciliate , my endeavor to soothe , I strengthened the impression that Eustace had dispatched me to summon her to
the drawing-room , and seeing she was beginning to waver , persisted In my entreaties . She still shook her head , but I saw the
point w & s gained , for , as if unconsciously to herself , she was gathering up her disordered hair ; and then coming up to me hid her face on
my shoulder . " ' That ' s my own darling ! Now let iis bathe these eyes , that
they may tell no tales . ' " ' Forgive meAnne ! I have been very wicked . *
, " Poor child ! after her little paroxysms she was never happy till she had obtained my pardon ; of late , indeed , so changed had she
become , that she was transgressing and repenting from morn to night . " As we went downstairsher arm in mineI felt her tremble , and
at the drawing-room door she , leaned for a moment , against me as if for support . Then summoning up courage she went forward , and
said falteringly : " _« Here I amcousin Eustace /
, " He turned round suddenly on hearing footsteps , and uttered an exclamation of astonishment at the lovely face which suffused with
blushes beneath his gaze . " . 'Ah ! is this Alice ? "Why she is indeed a lady of romance ,
the princess of a fairy-tale , whom we must be the warders of ! Come nowand tell meface to face , that you accept me as your
brother and , guardian , and , will be a very good little sister all your life /
" _< I will try , Eustace , brother ! ' she murmured with downcast eyes , while her cheeks faded to ashy paleness ; then , as if this
effort had overcome all her powers , she glided from my arm , and sinking _# on the ground , lay senseless and _# motionless at my feet .
_^ * 66 She loved him . The suspicion , which like a deadly serpent ' s fangs had fastened itself upon my heart from the moment she fainted in
his presence , was changed to certainty ere that day closed , when , her face hidden on my bosom , her voice broken by her sobs , she
revealed her fatal secret . " Unaccustomed to disguise , scarce conscious of the violence of
her own feelings , —the pride on which she had counted to bear her through , the struggle , forsook her when she thought she had
betrayed herself before him , and all attempt at reserve was cast aside
392 Eight Ok Wrong.
392 EIGHT OK WRONG .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Aug. 1, 1859, page 392, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01081859/page/32/
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