Stella Rosevelt — page 160: what you’re looking at

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154 A GREAT SHOCK. The bell warned him that he must go, and with a lingering, loving pressure of her hand, he reluctantly bade them a final gcod-night and went away. The young girl had no idea of the lapse of time after that, until she heard Mr. Rosevelt heave a long-drawn sigh. She started, realizing then that they were almost home, and that she had not spoken one word since her lover left them. ‘‘Uncle Jacob, are you very tired?” she asked, anxiously, and with a feeling of self-reproach. ‘“No, dear; only thinking how beautiful the world is under some conditions, how dreary under others,” he returned, watch- ing her intently. The young girls cheeks glowed hotly, but she had not a word to say in reply to those sentiments. But she knew that the events of that day had glorified the whole world for her, and all the way home she had been weaving golden plans for the future, when Archie—it came easier every time now—should take her to his simple home over the water—for of course it must be simple, since he was only an artist—and which she would make just as bright and beautiful as love and taste could make it. CHAPTER XVI. A GREAT SHOCK. The next morning, on descending to her breakfast, Star found the whole house in a state of great excitement. On asking Mrs. Blunt the meaning of it, that good but evi- dently much disturbed woman informed her that a ‘‘ real live Eomicbooks.¢o