Sandra Belloni -- Volume 7

un about for pins, and express her critical taste in undertones, believing all the while that her daughter had given up music to go mad with vanity. Th

, and the run of yellow braid about it properly inspected and flattened, she would not return to her more homely wear, though very soon her mother began to whimper and say that she had lost her so long, and now that she had found her

what he remembered of a dress worn by Countess Branciani, of Venice. He had it made to give to me. It came from Paris. Countess Branciani was one of his dea

nds to express th

her mother: "it does turn

come and run his finger up the strings for hours, as he used to. I have fancied I heard him at times, and I had a longing to

last which Emilia could not endure, and the little lad

alone. Had Merthyr, in restoring her to h

l to lend herself height. "He told her who were suspected, and who would be imprisoned, and gave her

ing her, until, standing away from the purple folds, she seemed to grow smaller and smaller, as a fire-log robbed of its flame, and felt insufficient and weak. This was a new sensation. She depended no more on her own vital sincerity. It was in her nature, doubtless, to crave constantly for ap

e in him, and, above all, that he would not speak of his love for her. Nevertheless, she put on her robe of conquest, having first rejected with distaste a plainer garb. She went down the stairs slowly. Merthyr was in the library awaiting her. "Y

nal for the read

about a melodious accent in which she vulgarized the vowels. All the flattery of the Branciani dress could not keep Emilia from her feeling of smallness. Was it possible that he loved her? She watched him as eagerly as her shyness would permit. Any shadow of a change was spied for. Getting no softness from him, or superadded kindness

r breakfast she would be called upon to repeat the princi

book," sai

eavy," she

ea

to carr

it about,' the boy sh

hed at. Languor, coupled with the cons

an't learn,

u must," was r

e any more tro

Cicero, and not make the mistake of the other

. She was, indeed, his humble scholar, though she seemed so full of weariness and revolt. He, however, when alone, looked fixedly at the door through which she had passed, and said, "S

cted: in the first place, because he had self-command; and, secondly, because of those years he counted in advance

Merthyr recommenced, when Emilia, having got over her surprise at the sameness of things this day, acquitted herself better, and even declaimed the verses musically. Seeing him look pleased, she spoke them out sonorously. Merthyr applauded. Upon which

afternoon," said E

engage

that will seem to

, or you won't

like f

n, after thinking her husband the basest of

tten! But she must have looked braver, b

eant to suit the mome

"then 'myself' doesn't sit on my sh

hat Art do

arts now. Once I nev

he street-door, and sh

ame a gentle tap

t woman,"

Lady Charlotte. Yo

a negative, but Emilia

e lady, and was the les

turned away f

, first:-to save half-a-minute, you see I anticipate the philosophic manly sneer. Is it really true that you are going to mix yourself

ed, giving him her h

ore an oath?" Merthy

at you never succeed. Of what use on earth

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o the re-establishment of

d Emilia, permitting her antagonism

when the knock was heard which she could suppose to be Wilfrid's, as it proved. Wilfrid was ushered in to Georgiana. Delicacy had prevented Me

me till she does,

not speak tenderly? Before Georgiana had revealed his love for her, she had been strong to see Wilfrid. Now, the idea smote her softened heart that Wilfrid's passion might engulf her if she had no word of sustainment from Merthyr. She turned and flung herself at his feet, murmuring, "Say something to me." Merthyr divined this emotion to be a sort of foresight of remorse on her part: he clasped the interwoven fingers of her hands, letting his eyes dwell upon hers. The marvel of their not wavering or softening meaningly kept her speechless. She rose with a strength not her own: not comforted, and no longer speculatin