When London Sleeps — page 73: what you’re looking at

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68 HEART TO HEART. gown of pale blue muslin, with a broad straw hat adorned with clusters of forget-me-nots was very be- coming to her delicate coloring. If it were destined that she was to be his, surely earth would have nothing else to offer, His happi- ness would be beyond compare. And then, his heart sank as he thought how-unworthy he was of her, how unworthy any man is of a pure and innocent girl. . Shrewd Carrie was not at all ignorant of what was passing in his mind, and she was far more cognizant of Oueenie’s feelings than he was himself. Already it seemed to her that she could hear the sound of wedding bells. She determined that at any rate it should not be her fault if ‘‘this consummation, devoutly to be wished’’ did not come to pass. It was exactly in this way that she put it to her- self, too, for Carrie had an ambition beyond’ her calling. Shakespeare was her idol, and she longed above everything else to have the opportunity some day to represent his heroines. So quotations from the immortal bard were constantly in her thoughts, although, for fear of ridicule, they were rarely upon her lips. | After full justice had been done to the luncheon, and the hamper had been repacked with what it was necessary to take back, Carrie turned to Mrs. Jones and gave her a significant look. ‘‘Mother,’’ she said, ‘‘suppose you and I explore the ruins a little. I am sure you will find them interesting.’’ comicbooks.co