Penny Dreadfuls, 1860 · page 242 of 391
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| CAROLINE WALTERS 207 to night, and so I gave her the best room at the back of the house, that she might sing to the river and not to the street. Yes, a nice girl was Miss Burdett. The one before her was Rachel Forrester, I think, — a fine young woman, tall and stately as Juno, and passionately fond of reading romances. Pray, are those young ladies with you now, my dear madam? ”’ “Oh, yes,” replied Mrs. Brace; ‘ and I rather think — ” “ Hush! — what?” murmured Mrs. Lindley, leaning for- ward with an air of great mystery to catch the revelation about to be made, and the nature of which she could pretty well conjecture. ‘‘ Don’t speak too loud, mind! What were you going to say? You think — ” “That Rachel Forrester will have to pay you another visit in a couple of months, or so,’’ added Mrs. Brace, irresistibly and also unconsciously catching for the moment a portion of that extreme habit of caution which appeared to keep Mrs. Lindley ever on the qui vive lest her words should be overheard by curious ears or her movements noticed by prying eyes. ‘“ Well — well,” said the woman, “these things will happen — and it makes a good trade for me,” she added, with a low, chuckling laugh, which was, however, the loudest that she ever indulged in. ‘‘ Won’t you take off your bonnet and cloak, and stay to supper with us?” she inquired after a short pause, and still addressing herself to the milliner. “No, I thank you; I must return home almost im- mediately,” replied Mrs. Brace. ‘‘ But you had _ better take off your things, my love,” she added, turning toward Caroline. The young girl rose from her chair and mechanically complied with the suggestion of her mistress. She unfastened the strings of her gipsy hat, which she placed upon the table; and then slowly let her cloak fall from her shoulders. The casual observer, on glancing at the figure of Caroline Walters, would not have suspected its robust proportions to proceed from any other cause than the vigorous health of girlhood; but the experienced eye would have instantly perceived that she was far advanced in the way to become a mother, and that unnatural means of compression had been adopted to conceal her shame up to the present moment. (C(O) AAI Doo (CO)