Janice Meredith by Paul Leicester Ford
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after we started; and six hours it 's took us to ride from
Princeton, while the wind blew so I feared the cattle would founder. But here 's warmth enough to make up for the weather," he added, as he entered the parlour, all aglow with the light of the great blazing logs, and of the brushwood and corn-cobs which Janice had thrown on their top when the horses had first been heard at the door. He shook Mrs. Meredith's hand, and then extended his own to Janice, only to have it ignored by her. In spite of this, and of an erect attitude, meant to express both distance and haughtiness, her flushed cheeks, and eyes that looked everywhere except into those of the visitor, proved that the girl was not as unmoved as she wished to appear. "Where are thy manners, Jan?" reproved the father, who, having declared an amnesty as regarded the past, forgot that his daughter might not be equally forgiving. "Give Mr.--Lord Clowes thy hand, child," commanded her mother, sternly, "and place a seat for him by the fire." Janice pulled one of the chairs nearer to the chimney breast, and then returned to the quilting-frame, at which she had been working when the interruption came. "Didst hear me?" demanded Mrs. Meredith. Janice turned and faced the three bravely, though her voice trembled a little as she replied: "I will not shake his hand." |
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