don’t know, my dear. Your papa has sometimes talked of a house in town, or we might be abroad. I can only say that if we are at home here, we shall be very much pleased to see Miss Crofton again.’
I thanked her, kissed Milly once more, and so departed — to be driven to Nike Magista Opus FG Shoes the station in state in the barouche, and to look sadly back at the noble old house in which I had been so happy.
Once more I returned to Holland the dryasdust routine of Albury Lodge, and rang the changes upon history and geography, chronology and English grammar, physical science and the elements of botany, until my weary head ached and my heart grew sick. And when I came to be a governess, it would of course be the same thing over and over again, on a smaller scale. And this was to be my future, without hope of change or respite, until I grew an old woman worn-out with the drudgery of tuition!
Chapter v. Milly’s Letter
The half-year wore itself slowly away. There were no incidents to Antonio Valencia Drakter mark the time, no change except the slow changes of the seasons; and my only pleasures were letters from home or from Emily Darrell.
Of the home letters I will not speak — they could have no interest except for Xabi Alonso Drakter myself; but Milly’s are links in the story of a life. She wrote to me as freely as she had talked to me, pouring out Andre Schurrle Drakter all her thoughts and fancies with that confiding frankness which was one of the most charming attributes of her mind. For some time the letters contained nothing that could be called news; but late in September there came one which seemed to me to convey intelligence Willy Caballero Drakter of some importance.
‘You will be grieved to hear, my darling Mary,’ she wrote, after a little playful discussion of my own affairs, ‘that my stepmother Frankrike Drakter and I are no nearer anything like a real friendship than we were when you left us. What it is that makes the Roman Weidenfeller Drakter gulf between us, I Laurent Depoitre Drakter cannot tell; but there is something, some hidden feeling in both our minds, I think, which prevents our growing fond of each other. She is very kind to me, so far as perfect non-interference with my doings, and a gracious manner when we are together, can Federico Bernardeschi Drakter go; but I am sure she does not like me. I have surprised her more than once looking at me with the strangest expression — a calculating, intensely thoughtful look, that made her face ten years older than it is at other times. Of course there are times when we are thrown together alone — Felipe Melo Drakter though this does not occur often, for she and my father are a most devoted couple, and spend the greater part of every day together — and I have noticed at those times that she never speaks of her girlhood, or of any part of her life before her marriage. All that came before seems a blank page, or a sealed volume that she does not care to open. I asked some trifling question about her father once, and she turned upon me almost angrily.
“I do not care to speak about him, Milly,” she said; “he was not a good father, and he is best forgotten. I never had a real friend till I met my Gaston Silva Drakter husband.”
‘There is one part of her character which I alinks:
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