The Opposite House: A Novel — page 274: what you’re looking at

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The Opposite House. 269 of the man she loved. And ere Marie could utter a word of gratitude, her mother’s tall figure had vanished behind the door to give the waiting suitor her answer. Even now the baroness would not yield, could not let the mask fall so suddenly and reveal the unhappy, broken-hearted woman, whose whole life had been only a shield to hide the deep wounds dealt by love. Marie stood alone, dazzled, almost giddy in the presence of the glow of happiness which had so sud- denly followed her suffering. Now she sat beside the pool, pondering. Meanwhile Liesbeth stood at the door of the house, gazing down the street. Suddenly she shaded her eyes with her hand and bent forward. An officer of hussars was striding swiftly over the pavement, his spurs clanking as he moved. The maid recognized the tall figure and knew his errand. “How do you do, Master Gerrald?”’ she said, courtesying. ‘“‘ Liesbeth,” he asked, his face flushing, “is Frau von Rotterswyl upstairs °”’ “In the drawing-room,” she answered. “And Baroness Marie ’” ‘Alone in the garden,” was the almost mischiev- ous answer. : The young officer crimsoned to the brow. Comicbooks.c©