Stella Rosevelt — page 150: what you’re looking at

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144 “LET ME DEPICT YOUR FUTURE.” She colored vividly, fearing he had read something of her thoughts. ‘¢ Did I sigh?” she asked, evasively. ‘Yes; and I did not like the sound of it, either. Are you tired of driving? Shall we go back and try something else?” he asked, only anxious to give her pleasure, Ah EP Fe this is delightful,” she answered, quietly. ‘‘I fear I have been guilty of rudeness if I have given you the im- pression that I am not enjoying every moment of this lovely day. Do you know, Mr. Sherbrooke,” she asked, with a smile that had a tinge of sadness in it, ‘‘that lam indebted to you for the only real holiday that I have had since I came to America ?” He regarded her with surprise. ‘Ts it possible?” he asked. ‘‘I fear, then, that you have not had a very happy life during the last year, or else you are work- ing too hard over your books.” She feared she had betrayed more than she ought. She did not want him to know how hard life had been made for her. She was too proud to complain of the ill-treatment, the cold- ness, and even dislike which had been her lot, where she had expected to find only kindness, love, and sympathy. ‘*T have been woiking pretty busily,” she answered, as if that were all. ‘‘I am anxious to graduate this year, and I have to apply myself rather closely with my music and other duties. ” ‘“Why are you so anxious to graduate this year? Why not take more time, rather than run the risk of injuring your health?” he questioned, gravely. ‘‘Tam going back to England some time,” she said, her eyes kindling, ‘‘and the sooner I can complete my education, the earlier 1 can go. I have my own future to carve out, Mr. Sher- brooke, and my aim is to prepare myself for a teacher.” | ‘“Your own future to carve out!” he cried, greatly surprised. Eomicbooks (E(0)