Alice Wilde: The Raftsman's Daughter — page 66: what you’re looking at

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“§2 ALICE WILDE. Although her father had speken in a low voice, Alice had heard his question and the answer. The splendor of happi- ness broke over her countenance—blushes rose to her cheeks and smiles to her eyes; she hardly dared to glance in any direction lest she should see her lover unexpectedly, and be- tray her joy to strangers. “Tg he about the store this morning; or will I wes to go to the mill to see him?” asked the raftsman. . “You will not see him at all, this trip, Pm afraid. Mr. Moore has gone on East; he’s been away several weeks now, and I hardly know when to expect him. He was called there quite unexpectedly, upon business connected with his uncle, and their relatives in England. It would not surprise me at all if he should bring a bride home—that is, if he can persuade his fair cousin that the sche is not such a terrible savage wilderness as she supposes.” Mr. Raymond was perfectly honest in this remark. He knew that Virginia Moore used to be the idol of his friend ; and as Philip had not communicated the change in his ideas, he still supposed that Philip was only waiting to get rich enough to go home and marry her; and as Philip was now doing so well with his western enterprises, he had planned it — all out in his own imagination—fortune, acceptance, and the happy jinale of a grand wedding. He could not help looking over at the pretty forester to see how she received the news, but the portly person of the old colored woman had come between them, and he could not see her face. “Laws, Miss Alice, do see them yere calikers—they’re sru- perb! Look at that red one with the blue flowers—’tain’t so handsome though, as this with the yaller.. My! my! thar’s a jewerlly shop across the way. Yer fadder ought to take yer in dar’, fust place. Young gals likes them places. Laws, darlin’, dis don’t compare wid New York City. lLe’s have a drink of water, and step over de street.” All this volubility was to screen the young girl from scru- tiny. <A pitcher of water stood un the counter, near her, and she poured a glass for her mistress. But Alice waved the glass away, and arose without any signs of grief and pain in her face; but the exprzssion had changed—an icy pride com- posed every feature; she asked the merchant to show her some i SF Ccomicbooks. com