The Widowed Bride — page 104: what you’re looking at

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fo ey Pom THE WIDOWED BRIDE. eee ‘“Nevertheless, they do look alike,” said Miss Clive, with calm persistency. “Except that I am not half so pretty as Rena,” said Lady Blanche, with the ingenuous championship of a schoolgirl’s affection. | Lady Glenhampton smiled again, as she passed her hand fondly over Blanche’s graceful head. “T prefer my own little daughter,” she said. “But you will love Rena, mamma, for my sake?” ‘‘Hor your sake, dear, yes. Now go to bed, for you have. had a long and fatiguing day, and I don’t want you to look pale and fagged out when Ernest comes home.” In the meantime, Rena Percival, left at last to her slum- bers by Mademoiselle Marienne, who had insisted on un- : braiding and brushing out her hair, putting away all the rea yA rhe Os aa Yap ", Ah ep a { i) a ie garments she had worn, and even laying out her pretty embroidered night dress, lay among her lace trimmed pil- lows, musing upon the new atmosphere into which she had so suddenly descended, as it were, from a world that seemed almost to belong to another sphere. Eomicbook