Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 218: what you’re looking at

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” _ CHAPTER XXVIL THE DAWN ‘OF A srs tpegcailn DAY. aa ® - ng. The “young May moon” sailed serenely up the star- ver Boat amed sk sky, and the lamps twinkled athwart the still streets 0 f “dull Chelsea.” * A soft breeze fluttered the leaves of the budding trees, and he distant rumble of the “cars rattling over the stony street” yr the faint, far-off barking of a dog were the only noises to isturb the placid stillness of the quiet thoroughfare where ah Styles kept her toy and candy shop. % ri it was after tea with Norah, and her little parlor was swept an d garnished, and she stood looking out of her shop window MY English breakfast tea” had not been able to remove. = A ene was thinking of lost Estella—she very seldom thought 3 E ve endured, of her lonely, loveless end. For, like Estella’s aw San N orah never doubted for an instant but that she was dea — “Drat the nen? N a said, wiudictivede: “drat the whole or r thought of it. Thank the Lord I kept clear of them in rO’ outh and in age, not that many of them ever wanted me, t if they had, and I had been fool enough to take them, I ould have been a broken-hearted, miserable creature like the = + long and many a day ago. I told Miss Helen what I ho ught of that handsome, black-a-vised young man. I told mis s Essie, too. Neither would believe me, of course. Now e how it’s turned out. And they’re all alike—all alike.” “Men are deceivers ever,” whether they mean marriage or n ot. _Uneonsciously, Norah was paraphrasing the immortal S hak: espeare—a gentleman of whom she had never heard— nd very likely both were near the truth. Whilst she stood there a carriage—a private dibeibiaae tthe lo P ) legant Norah had seen for many a day, dark-blue and ittering, with two superb black horses in silver harness, and ini i ng black coachman, locking like a dusky Bishop of arthag 2, whirled up to the door. To her door—yes! and OF ped i, and a tall young man in livery got down from be- 1d. and held open the door. A lady alighted—a young lady, in a tasteful gray traveling - . ¥ . @ 2 A A brilliant spring day was ending 1 in a misty spring even-— h a face whose dark moodiness even three cups of the best | ny one‘else now—thinking in bitter sorrow of all she must. of t them! I never knew a good one yet—leastwise exceptin’ some clergymen, an’ they were men that never got married, ECoOMmIcboOoks (E(0) , lit up v * wit ih 2 brilliant blue eee, anda blue feather in