Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 78: what you’re looking at

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“LOOKS LIKE FATE.” 69 to be opened, and he must be putinto it directly it is ready.’’ She made no reply, but her heaving bosom showed with what an effort she controlled herself. 7 ‘That doctor is a cold-blooded brute!’’ ejaculated E1- dridge, mentally, as he saw how pale she had grown. ‘‘He has no delicacy whatever.’”’ Even at that grave moment Arthur could not help being impressed by the beauty of the young girl before him. She could not have been more than twenty, and her figure in its white cloth house-dress, relieved by a delicate tracing of embroidery and ornamentea by a bunch of violets, was faultless in outline. The hair, of a peculiar, reddish-bronze tint, was gathered high upon her head and held there by a silver comb. Unlike most women, she wore it drawn softly back from her forehead, and it was evident that in no other fashion would it have become her so well. Her nose was clear-cut and small, and her skin as smooth as a child’s. Her feet—— But before he had an opportunity to continue his sur- vey, the servant announced that the master’s room was prepared for him. | ) With Mr. Clayton’s disappearance beneath the _ bed- clothes, the duties in that house of Mr. Eldridge and his friend, Dick, were over. The family physician had been summoned, and into his hands the doctor would soon re- sign his charge, but still Arthur appeared to be in no hurry to take his departure. Miss Clayton was moving noiselessly avout, attending to the doctor’s needs, with her eyes fixed anxiously upon her father’s expressionless countenance, apparently oblivious of the presence of everybody else. GOmMmIichbooks (E(0)