Stella Rosevelt — page 235: what you’re looking at

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THE GOAL REACHED. 229 she wished the sea to roll between her and the man who had so. ruined her life; and perhaps, he thought, with a very tender feeling in his heart, she wanted to stay with him. Thus the year sped round, and brought with its revolution another commencement day for Star. ‘Uncle Jacob, you are coming to-day to see me graduate, are you not?” she asked that morning, as she poured his coffee for him, and looking up into his face with more eagerness than he had seen her manifest since her trouble. ‘“Of course I shall; I would not miss it for anything. Then you have really passed your final examination, and are going to receive your diploma?” he said, bending a look of pride on her, | ‘‘Indeed I have. You did not suppose I should /az/, did you, if I really set about it?” she asked, with a little accent of - scorn on the disagreeable word. ‘I did not know, dear. I was confident that you would do your best; but you told me you were only received upon conditions, and I sometimes feared the work might be too hard for you.” ‘“‘T should not have begged to be allowed to enter the senior class if I had not felt confident that I could do justice to myself,” Star answered, quietly, as she buttered her roll. ‘I considered the matter thoroughly before I applied. I had already read almost as far in Latin as the whole course de- manded, and my French, thanks to papa’s care, was nearly equal in pronunciation to monsieurs own. The review of some of the studies of the junior class, with which I was not familiar, and the training for teaching, were all that was very hard for me.” She spoke lightly, but he well knew that she had labored un- remittingly upon those reviews, and that she had spent many extra hours with one of the ‘‘critic” teachers, who had kindly GOomiGchbooks Go Sj} ¢