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“Dolph,” said St. Clare, “show Tom downstairs; and, mind yourself,” he added; “remember what I told you.” Adolph tripped gracefully forward, and Tom, with lumbering tread, went after. “He’s a perfect behemoth!” said Marie. “Come, now, Marie,” said St. Clare, seating himself on a stool beside her sofa, “be gracious, and say something pretty to a fellow.” “You’ve been gone a fortnight beyond the time,” said the lady, pouting. “Well, you know I wrote you the reason.” “Such a short, cold letter!” said the lady. “Dear me! the mail was just going, and it had to be that or nothing.” “That’s just the way, always,” said the lady; “always something to make your journeys long, and letters short.” “See here, now,” he added, drawing an elegant velvet case out of his pocket, and opening it, “here’s a present I got for you in New York.” It was a daguerreotype, clear and soft as an engraving, representing Eva and her father sitting hand in hand. Marie looked at it with a dissatisfied air. “What made you sit in such an awkward position?” she said. |
