Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 94: what you’re looking at

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| B Meantime, with full coffers life 3 in New York goes agreeably E- a Your uncle has no one else to leave his fortune to, of course.’ * SS “But he has, by Jove! and a very blue lookout it will es & ma for me if he does it. He thinks his other nephew, Robert a - Bartram—‘Robert the Devil,’ as he used to be called—is _ still alive somewhere. I was his prime favorite until I re- fused to go into the office; now his thoughts turn to scape- grace Robert. But I shall hope on until the end eomes, and - trust to my old luck.” on Mr. Alwyn Bartram’s handsome shoulders. He talked play ended, and they drove home together, for he was to he their guest ‘whilst in Boston. ee But Estella talked very little in return—monosyllables werd all she could find in reply to this hero of her dreams. _ She stood looking at herself again that night before re- ys brilliant as ever, but in her heart there was nothing but de- a. eS Bi ney ‘cannot. ‘take to him—I hardly dare lift my eyes to his ag Shes. I am not even pretty, with those milkmaid cheeks and % he et: ar [ love him already with all my heart!” | OHAPTER XI. a. MRE ALWYN BARTRAM. ve ae Mr. a Bartram lingered two weeks in that pleasant = old aouse in “dull Chelsea”—two brightly blissful weeks—and. tu arned it into Paradise. To Estella Mallory, the little girl in ie > for the first time in her life, those two celestial weeks ae ss 00d _out ever aiter from the story of her life as a time eno | ee i is no dafizer: I sty am silly to think of it. , away animatedly to Miss Mallory and her niece until the _ tiring, in the silence and solitude of her own room. The rose — bloom was as bright, the golden lustre in the hazel eyes as red-brown: hair. And he—oh, how handsome, how beautiful He laughed again—the cares of life evidently sat lightly _ -- passed in. Eden. Never shone the sun so bright, never sped v, eS haiti summer days so swiftly; never was there so glorified _a being in all the wide earth as this dark-eyed artist and poet, and never was there half so blessed and happy a girl as little, ae | foolish Estella. Come what might, she had been blessed; that. ro o . Bartram was one of those bamaty constituted people Ss immediately. at home wherever they go; whose smiles iVi - “ Pi ne o after misery—and the misery was very near—could alter _ an sg ee them, who are destined to be ebooks: (Elo) =v 7 “ ¢ ~ "i > — > % wer a 4 _ ee, ern , a. .! - pie ° — 3 = FY * . . . i > 4 > ~, o >" : Ona ~ ae, . . . ~ 7 ee" sate