Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 89: what you’re looking at

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84 ae The Pe tion for the middle of September. Darrell.” “And Helen had sent him such an answer, in the — ‘indignation of the moment, as had effectually stopped all a further communication. She had exposed his” villai in) ge s _ 6f her niece and took her place at the table since I have got my davtine Easic, and i : ean t be teaching her all I know—which isn’t much. An¢ the bright cheeks, “happiest of all, eri. n comes and falls headlong i in love with her?” Kstella listened complacently. She heard such speeche this so often that it was growing to seem quite a settled thin; that her unknown hero should fall in love with he 7 at fi sight, and make her his wife out of hand. Miss Mallory ha “ae written to New York, whither this demi-god resided, , to i ee dashing lines, in a big, maseuline fist, ‘accepting the invit ae my 3 | There had been a second letter also $ecen Mr. Petes: Picher. demanding an account of his runaway ward, “Mrs. Rowton : ph ini if hey daved molent hes nice jehamee ‘Linea! that niece’s decision to live with her, and not to return to her — father, and ended by the announcement that Estella was neither his ward nor Roysten Darrell’s wife, and that all his plotting and eruelty had failed. Peter a was affectually — silenced at once and forever. Perea) oe Estella’s new life now fairly began. Helen, cons st: stit ated he 0 self her teacher, and gave her lessons in music, in French and drawing, and from the first the girl made rapid progres Ss. . a i. how bright those September days weré—passed in delightful ma 4 study, with the most indulgent of teachers—or in. ( lelightful reading of novels and romances, in driving, walki 1g sh opping oe 4 and visiting! She grew so brightly. pretty: that you wou a never have known her for the same little pale-faced, sallow girl, and sometimes gazing in the mirror at her own rad 11 ne face, Estella wondered if “I be I.” ak ae The erowning glory of her life was very near—her hie ory E fate was close at hand. Coming home one evening from a long walk, she found Aunt Helen waitmg dinner, and tie nt ing the Hvening Herald. She threw down the. paper at. me ; “Booth plays ‘Hamlet’ to-night at the Boston, Essie,” she said. “Wouldn’t you like to go and see him? You w were Ssay- ing the other day you had never been inside an theatre 1 your life.” att pcon? Aas “T should like it of all things, auntie. | ‘But yo 1 ie ‘ou. neve go to such places.” | La aie i “Then JF will begin for your sake, ee is S We. ory said, brightly. “I have played Bbencting ee aah engage a box and g | Mersortony ag Hie ~~ ' ; , ; t+ 4 y a e “a P 4 » 7) - ,} om 4 sun gaa,