Clever Woman of the Family by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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"So soon?" said Ermine; "I have not seen you for a long time."
"I--I was afraid of being in the way," said Rachel, the first time probably that such a fear had ever suggested itself to her, and blushing as Ermine did not blush. "We are sure to be alone after twilight," said Ermine, "if that is not too late for you, but I know you are much occupied now." Somehow that invalid in her chair had the dignity of a queen appointing her levee, and Rachel followed the impulse of thanking and promising, but then quickly made her escape to her own thoughts. "Her whole soul is in that asylum," said Ermine, smiling as she went. "I should like to hear that it is going on satisfactorily, but she does not seem to have time even to talk." "The most wonderful consummation of all," observed Bessie. "No," said Ermine, "the previous talk was not chatter, but real effervescence from the unsatisfied craving for something to do." "And has she anything to do now?" said Bessie. "That is exactly what I want to know. It would be a great pity if all this real self-devotion were thrown away." "It cannot be thrown away," said Alick. "Not on herself," said Ermine, "but one would not see it misdirected, |
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