Love at the Loom — page 21: what you’re looking at

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it [never r forgot the look of fear and horror that crept ‘2 ys | a ir Reciher! as if she searched each face there as withi : i ca a ccgiohition of a thing that would surely happen to her, and was making a response that was but a doom. 2 = “TI could die,” she whispered. _ ee here was a prolonged silence, unbroken until one a of the girls exclaimed with a shudder she could not is ' repress : : a “That will never happen to you; you are too beau- You will be able to choose your lover.”’ _ The screaming of the whistle prevented any further ie 4 conversation; and as if glad to break it off, the girls ran laughing and talking from the cloak room,. where the conversation had taken place. a Goldie followed more slowly, and on her beautiful 4 ‘face there was a troubled expression. - “How came I to talk so?” she murmured to her- "self, “Why should I talk of love? How do I know _ What I shall feel? I wonder is it true that when some i important event in our lives is about to take place . there i is a premonition of it within our hearts?” i = She was at her loom in time to see that it was going | _ with the others; and in a little while it was whirring, | 4 peice and thumping with a deafening noise. _ 4 - But she did not heed the noise then, though wey