Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 91: what you’re looking at

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THE MAN WHO WORE THE WHITE PRIMROSE. 83 cousin. She is daring, but there is nothing brazen about her. And yet what is he to think of her appearance here? She is cloaked, and wears the vail suggested in that letter of invitation? Bob inwardly groans. His faith in womankind will receive a severe shock if he is compelled to see Gypsy, in whom he already feels a deep interest, going off on such a questionable errand with this cavalier. Wait ! Somehow he has a feeling that this is not yet the end—that Gypsy may yet surprise not only himself but her cousin. He has a deep and abiding faith in her truth, in her womanly honor, and cannot believe she will disappoint him so. He stands there, watching, and mentally praying that Gypsy may be held back from doing that which will lower her in his eyes. And while he watches she reaches the foot of the stairs. Here she stops, but it is only to toed around her and discover where the party may be who wears the white primrose. So Bob watches, his heart in his eyes. He sees some one moving toward her—of course it is the Virginian cousin who has judged her according to his standard of feminine graces, and has dared to send such a bold letter. His face—Bob grinds his teeth as he sees it, for the eager look of anticipation there reminds him of the fowler who sees game actually entering his snare— it is smiling, bland, and apparently conscious of Gomichbooks (C©) im