So now, dear, have you nothing to tell me?" Clara smoothed down her sister's golden hair with a motherly gesture, and stooped her face to catch the expected confidence.
But Clara Walker still sat in the dim-lit room with her chin upon her hands, and her dreamy eyes looking out into the gathering gloom.
Clara, rushing to the defence of the pet delusion of most women.
I discovered what Clara was at, and got my rival suit ready for to-day.
Go and get another partner, and leave Clara to me."
She entered the conservatory and seated herself by Clara's side.
Why, Clara Caverly, the highest priced thing of this sort that was ever before sold in New York only came to seventy-nine dollars.
Now, hear me, Clara, though it is to be a great secret.
There was something so natural and winning in Clara's resigned way of looking at these stores in detail, as Herbert pointed them out, - and something so confiding, loving, and innocent, in her modest manner of yielding herself to Herbert's embracing arm - and something so gentle in her, so much needing protection on Mill Pond Bank, by Chinks's Basin, and the Old Green Copper Rope-Walk, with Old Barley growling in the beam - that I would not have undone the engagement between her and Herbert, for all the money in the pocket-book I had never opened.
Upon this Clara said to Herbert, "Papa wants me, darling!" and ran away.
'Then, you see,
Clara,' returns Miss Murdstone, 'you should just give him the book back, and make him know it.'
"Let him, in Heaven's name," returned
Clara; and not to hear him she stopped both ears with her hands, at which Dorothea was again surprised; but turning her attention to the song she found that it ran in this fashion: