A Struggle for a Ring — page 154: what you’re looking at

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Iso AN ANXIOUS MOTHER. Paris—I have no time to tell you here. Good-night and good-by, Lord Carsdale.”’ ‘“Good-night and good-by, Lady Ethel,” he Poneateri mechanically. She was gone before he could say another word, leaving him with something that was not a prayer on his lips. ‘‘Faint heart!” he repeated to himself. ‘‘ Does she think I am faint of heart? I wish she knew one-tenth of my strength.” And so the night on which the stars had shone so ‘brightly set in darkness for him. CHAPTER XXI. AN ANXIOUS MOTHER. ‘‘Ethel,” said Lady Pierpont, that evening, ‘‘send away your maid—I want to talk to you.” Lady Ethel sighed; the one dread of her life was the ‘*little talks” that Lady Pierpont often extended into hours of lecture. When the jewels were taken from her shining hair, and the rich dress of silk was thrown aside, the maid brought out a beautiful wrapper of rose-colored cashmere richly embroidered, a tiny pair of rose satin slippers for the little feet, and Lady Ethel lay back with a sigh of relief. ‘“You may go, she said to her maid; and, as the girl left the room, Lady Pierpont entered it. ‘‘T am very tired, mamma,” said the girl. ‘‘I know quite well that you have a lecture forme. You will be as quick as you can, will you not?” - EOmMmiG ,00 S.C