Love at the Loom — page 219: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXVIII. THE STORY OF THE DESERTED BRIDE. Mildred went at once to her room, where she gaily — told her maid the same story that had done service a with the footman. It was the story which the serv- — ants were to know, and which she had no doubt would — be known among all her friends ere noon of the next day; for she was not a stranger to the fact*that it 1s through the kitchen that most news is carried to the boudoirs of wealth. She bore herself in the sight of the wondering maid ace as ie aa BO Le ae VE VS ee ae Je pe eh, hi h i : er a i a ee oe <> 5S eet ‘ rk ’ » i? U oe, : 7 7 a Be na PS OF ae a eee rink with an appearance of happiness that deceived even — that astute creature. And when she had been aided — to change her gown for one more suitable for the’ house, she gave the maid a sum of money, with in- _ \ structions to divide it equitably among the servants. Then she dismissed her and locked herself into her room that she might for a moment relax, and give way; to the bitterness of her humiliation and anger. For she knew that Goldie would be waiting to know that the marriage, which was the knell of her dearest hopes, liad been performed. And it was so. She who had been a bride and a widow within so brief a space was waiting in her room ‘ “ Eomicbooks com —