Fleda

HAPPILY possessed with the notion that there was some hidden mystery in Fleda's movements, Mrs. Pritchard said not a word about her having gone out, and only spoke in looks her pain at the imprudence of which she had been guilty.

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Fleda is more likely to get her living by eating them, Mr. Hugh, isn't she? said the housekeeper.

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Aunt Miriam's grave step was heard coming out of the room at last, – it did not sound cheerfully in Fleda's ears.

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Mr. Carleton saw the blank change in Fleda's face.

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In vain Fleda answered him, that she was not very cold, and would soon not be cold at all by that good fire – the question came again, apparently in all its freshness, from the interrogator's mind –

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Fleda is wishing she were out of the sphere of my influence, Mamma.

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But whether the sunshine of affection in Fleda's glance and smile at her grandfather made him feel that she was above a compliment, or whether it put the words out of his head, certain it is that he uttered none.

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Again Fleda's lips softly, tremblingly, touched her cheek.

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Its faint echo of the old-time laugh was blended now in Fleda's ear with a gentle wail for the rushing days and swifter-fleeing delights of human life; – gentle, faint, but clear – she could hear it very well.

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Those days were to be painted days in Fleda's memory.

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