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46 THE EMERALD NECKLACE. CHAPTER VI. CAUGHT IN HER OWN NET. “Barbara hath a falcon’s eye, And a soft white hand, hath Barbara; Beware! for to wish to make you die To make you as pale as the moon or L Is a pet trick with Barbara!” ALDRICH. “To-mMoRROW the week which we had proposed to stay is out,” said Pennon, at breakfast one day. “I have come to the conclusion that no cooler, more retired, and comfortable place in which to endure the heats of August, can be found. If the rest are of my opinion, we will delay returning to the world for a month yet; and, for fear that ennui will seize upon my fair friends, I will write for a little more company, —that is, if there is any room for How is it, Mr. Fenelon? I gave you the duty of ning our resources.” “There are two chambers, well fitted up, which are vacant.” “How delightful you are, Mr. Pennon,” cried Rosalie, in her most silvery voice. “I came very near to wasting a tear upon an anticipated farewell to this lovely spot, this very morning, before I came down. Now I will save it for some other occasion.” } “That is well. You have none too many in store, and ought to keep them for some occasion when tears seem abso- lutely necessary. Now, if ever desperate, rejected suitor should commit suicide, you would not do like Thackeray's heroine— «Charlotte, when she saw his body Borne before her.on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on cutting bread and butter.’ I do not think so badly of you as that. I sincerely believe that under such circumstances you could force that tear which you came so near shedding this morning—just for its becom- ingness, if nothing more.” comiicbooks.com