Alfred de Rosann — page 12: what you’re looking at

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ALFRED DE ROSANN. CHAPTER I. THE BREAKFAST. “My dear friend,’? said Mr. Clayton to De Ro- sann, when they had retired from the spot where Eloise still lingered a few minutes, to follow them with her eyes—for the affectionate girl was never tired of gazing upon her lover: “ My dear friend, you must nerve yourself to hear more sad news, of which it is my duty to make you aware.”’ iy ‘Speak !—O speak !’? cried De Rosann, a conyul- sive shudder passing through his frame. “ Not to keep you in suspense any longer,” re- turned Mr. Clayton, “my sister-in-law is averse to—”’ ‘¢ My love for her daughter Eloise,” added De Ro- sann. “TI fancied as much this morning—last night —whatever might be the hour—when I aided you to carry herin the chair to yonder barn. OT] guessed her secret thoughts from the chilling manner in which she received me. But I did not suffer her unkindness to vex me ; for she dare not oppose the wishes of her daughter in a matter of such vital importance to that _daughter’s felicity.”?7 _ “ Alas! you do not know Mrs. Clayton, De Rosann: she fancies she is acting right, because she acts con- scientiously; and when a mother has thosé ideas, it_is difficult to eradicate them from her mind,’ Gomichbooks (E@)