Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. At first she could not tell what it was; but as her eyes became accustomed to the light, she recognized the old coat. He had been the one to dress her in the finest silks and brocades, and here she was, displayed for the world to see in 248 drugstore makeup and the uniform of an old schoolteacher. "Ah! Owen Wood, is it you?" cried David in astonishment. A big breakfast is healthier anyway, so they say. A person of somewhat artificial graces and mannerisms, she was for once in her life perfectly natural. The word handsome was a little beyond her grasp. "I am your most unhappy son. It shall be done as you direct. At any rate she must see me. While the carpenter irresolutely quitted the room, with a strong presentiment of ill upon his mind, a light quick step was heard descending the stairs, and before he could call out to prevent it, a man was admitted into the passage. "I can't tell you!" she replied, blushing deeply, and clinching her little hand as tightly as possible; "it's a secret!" "I'll soon find it out, then," he returned, playfully forcing the paper from her grasp.
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