Vashti's Fate — page 190: what you’re looking at

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WORSE AND WORSE. © 185 she had any, was her pride. She was herself of a proud old English stock, and, to her mind, the idea of an Ever- leigh marrying a tutor was connected with®*everlasting dis- grace. With more spirit than had ever entered into any previous intercourse with her children, she announced her emphatic disapproval of the proposed match. Alone with her mother, Vashti might have received this announcement with some degree of moderation in her dis- a pleasure; but Miss Margery happening to be present, she : allowed herself to be so carried away by anger, as appa- rently to quite forget to whom she was talking, and to use language that she never thought of in after years without agonized pangs of self-reproach. As for Mrs. Everleigh, she lifted her white face with a pitiful and shocked expression to Miss Gresham, saying : ‘“Tell her to leave the room, Margery.” Vashti waited no telling, but went out in sullen silence. Even then she would have craved forgiveness for her fault, if Miss Margery had not been present. She burst in upon Nora, reading in the sitting-room, her features convulsed with passion, and her lips overflowing with torrents of bitterness. Nora gathered something of the state of the case, enough _ to know that her sister had said something dreadful to their mother. She looked only less shocked than Mrs. Ever- leigh had done. ‘“Vashti! Oh, sister! how could you—how could you? Poor, sick mamma!” “Haven't I said I was sorry ?” Vashti answered, fiercely. ‘I couldn’t have spoken so, if that evil-eyed Margery ‘Gresham had not been present.” Nora was silent, only looking sadly at her sister with her clear brown eyes, \” comicbooks.com —