Sandra Belloni -- Volume 4

n to see whether anything was known of Mr. Pole at his office, where she fell upon the youth Braintop, and made him her own for the

olitary walks unprote

the domestic comments being made on her innocence; and the story

umption, and exaggerated it willingly. It chanced, however, that Adela had reason to feel discontented. It was a breach of implied contract, she thought, that Cornelia should, as she did only yesterday, tell her that she had seen Edward

tive varnish. There, certainly, to the vulgar, mind a tail is visible. The outrageous philosopher declares vehemently that no beast of the field or the forest would own such a tail. (His meaning is, that he discerns the sign of the animal slinking under the garb of the stately polished creature. I have

hind you at Ipley?" said Adela, as

e violated fine shades painfully in her response:

s of the reply. "Well! if all we do is to come into

chastened school-girl; and their first idea was one of intense condemnation-fresh offences on the part of Mr

y might be expunged, and that she might escape from showing any likeness to Arabella's shamefully-discoloured face. It was impossible for her to realize grief in her own bosom. She walked the room in a nervous tremour, shedding a note of sympathy to one sister and to the other. At last Arabella got fuller command of her voice. When

don doctor assured Mr. Powys that h

is daughters, cannot? Tell me how Mr. Powys met him and knew of it! Tell me-I am

e to Mr. Powys. Whether she did rightly or not we have

ossibly mean that we are to go through-to-the fete on Besw

to Mr. Powys; he desire

a's voice br

ear papa does! To be quiet! to sit and be gay! to flaunt at a fete! Oh, mercy! mercy! Tell me-he left us quite well-no one could have guessed. I remember he looked at me from the carriage window. T

said,

n her father's health. Unable to realize to herself the image of her father lying ill and suffering, but just sufficiently touched by what she could conceive of his situation, the bare whisper of money came like a foul insult to overwhelm her in floods of liquid self-love. She wept with that last anguish of a woman who is compelled to weep, but is incapable of finding any enjoymen

said, "P

zed on both faces, trying wit