The String of Pearls; or, The Barber of Fleet Street — page 280: what you’re looking at

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el tr el ett pearing aaa ncaa, eee ee ER a TE oe OD 7 972 THE STRIN G OF PEARLS. «* Johanna ?”’ 2 “ Yes—yes, Arabella. I am here. «Yes, dear Johanna. But you are weeping.’ ‘¢Tam—lI am. To you these tears shall be no secret, Arabella. Alas! alas! You, who know my heart, know how much I have to weep for. You can bear with me. You are the only one in all the world whom I would willingly let see these bitter—bitter tears.” At those words, Johanna wept afresh, and the heart ef her young friend was melted ; but recovering sooner than Johanna, Arabella was able to speak some- what composedly to her, saying— ‘‘ Have you heard anything, Johanna, new?” “No—no. Except that Mr. J effery wishes to see me again to tell me some. thing, and as he has not said in his letter what it is, I can guess it is no good news.” “Nay; is not that assuming too much?” ‘““No—no. I know he would, if he had had any joyous intelligence for me, have written it. He would feel of what a suspense even a few hours would be upon such a subject. No, Arabella, I feel that what he has to say is some terri- ble confirmation of my worst fears.” Arabella found it no easy task to combat this course of reasoning upon the part of Johanna. She felt its force, and yet she felt at the same time that it was somewhat incumbent upon her to resist it, and to make at least the endeavour to ward off the deep depression that had seized. upon Johanna. «“ Now listen to me,” she said. ‘‘ Perhaps what Colonel Jeffery has to say to you is, after all, a something hopeful; but, at the same time, being only hope- ful, and nothing positive, he may have felt how difficult it was to write it, with- out exciting undue effects in your mind, and so prefers saying it, when he can accompany it by all the little collateral circumstances which alone can give it its proper value.” There was something like a gleam of sunshine in this idea. “Do you understand me, dear Johanna ?”’ ““ Yes—yes.”’ Johanna spoke more firmly than before. The last argument of her friend had had all its weight with her, and’ had chased away many of the gloomy thoughts that had but a few moments before possessed her. What a strange com- pound is the human mind, and how singularly does it take its téxture, cameleon- like, from surrounding circumstances? But afew moments since, and, to Jo- hanna the brief epistle of the colonel was suggestive of nothing but despair. How different now was its aspect? Arebella Wilmot had, by a few simple words, placed it in a new light, so that it started to the imagination of Johanna symbo!s of life. “Ah! you are hoping now,”’ said Arabella. “‘f am—Iam. Perhaps it isas you say, Arabella. [I will think it is.” Miss Wilmot was now almost afraid that she had gone too far, and conjured up too much hope; but she could not bear the idea of-dashing down again the fairy fabric of expectation she had moved in the bosom of Johanna, and merely zdded— ““Well, Johanna, since you find that the letter will, at all events, bear two interpetrations, I am sure that, until you may be convinced it owns to the worst, you will be as composed as possible.” «Twill. And now, Arabella, will you, and can you. accompany me this evening to the Temple Gardens, to meet Colonel Jeffery ?” “Yes, Johanna. 1 both can and will, if such is your wish.” “It is, Arabella, much my wish, for I feel that if what our friend, the colonel, has to say, should not be of a hopeful character, 1 should never be able to repeat it to you, so as to have your opinion of it.” «Then we will go together. But we will not pass that dreadful man’s shop.” CO 1 AO RE NS es IN cy SPEIER GD Tt A comicbooks.com