A Silver Brand — page 39: what you’re looking at

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A SILVER BRAND, ie $1 Urbanus, the second son, was very like Rhoda, — except that he had more assurance. He was a kind- hearted, genial man, and as I have hinted. before, it was he who mixed most with the fishermen, who loved to linger over his foreign stories. Urban had. come to the side-door, his spectacles pushed up upon his forehead. : “Ah, yes, so you’re home again, Paul. I hope you | didn’t forget those screws I wanted,” he said, blandly. ; Paul put his hand in his pocket, but at that moment a rich clear voice called from the farther door, that which opened into the parlor, and thither every eye turned promptly. A fair young girl stood there, looking fairer and sweeter, and fresher for the contrast of her sur- roundings, as a rose has tenfold loveliness blossom- ing out of a hedge of thorns, and startling one with the sweet surprise. 3 “Uncle Paul, do tell me quickly if the magazine has come! Iam so impatient for it. I hope you will not tease me by delay, Uncle Paul.” The winsome blue eyes smiled upon him, but Mr. -Paul’s manner held more than affection or admira- tion, a nameless air of deference, and he bowed as the old cavaliers used to bend before their sovereign princes. And straightway he produced a neatly tied roll from his inner pocket, pulling out also as he did so a large, foreign-looking letter, the envelope _ bluish-gray, with a row of stamps across the top. “Yes, Miss Lina, I have brought the magazine.” The blithe young fairy danced across the floor, took it, and kissed the tips of the fingers which gave it with an airy grace that was inborn, and then flew away, and was the next instant ensconced among the pile of white cushions in the great chair, that was wheeled into the bay-window, which looked out upon the sea from the front chamber. The group left behind stared from each other to the foreign-looking letter, which still lay upon the floor. Theodosia was the first to speak. She dropped the brush and coat—actually dropped them both, comichboo ‘S (Efe)