Beautiful but Poor — page 177: what you’re looking at

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} 168 BEAUTIFUL BUT POOR. And that was all Anna said just then. But she kept on thinking, and when her brother kissed her and Flotie good-night, as he invariably did on going out, she said: “Tf you bring a nice, aristocratic sister-in-law to our house, Edward, I’ll love you better than ever, if such a thine can be.” His answer was a sigh, for he was thinking of one who even then was tossing on the angry waves of Long Island Sound. And putting on his overcoat, with an umbrella to shelter him over the walk, he stepped into his own carriage, which he had ordered out, and gave the driver the number and avenue on which Mr. OR aRE resided. He found all the family at home, and met the new cousin, whom he had never seen before. He was warmly welcoméd, and as Mr. Legare insisted on his passing the evening there, he permitted him to have his carriage and horses sent around to the ca- pacious stables in the rear of the mansion. When he told them that he had been sent by Miss Hattie Butler to tell them she had been called away suddenly by the illness of a near relative, and that even then she was on her:way to Boston by the night boat, every one of the family joined him in his expressed anxiety about the storm—a wild, sleety north-easter, which could be heard in its fury even inside the marble walls of the grand mansion. ‘Alone, without any escort; she’ll be just scared to death,’’ said Frank. ‘‘I wish I was there.’’ ‘You'd be worse frightened than she’ll be,”’ said Lizzie. ‘‘She is brave—very brave, I know.?’’ ‘“Pooh—she is only a woman, and all women are Eomicbooks €o