Cora and The Doctor; or, Revelations of A Physician's WifeLeslie, Madeline
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Cora and The Doctor; or, Revelations of A Physician's Wife
Leslie, Madeline
Physicians -- Fiction
In exactly this position was my refined sister when her wondering eyes
caught the first glimpse of the intruder. Quick as lightning the
aspiring child was brought down from her high position, and set upon the
carpet, while Emily looked for an instant as if she were meditating a
rapid descent through the floor. But it was too ludicrous. We looked at
one another and burst into a hearty laugh. I have my doubts if any
foreign ambassador was ever more relieved at the termination of a
troublesome embassy, than was our friend Mr. Benson, at this favorable
opportunity for renewing past friendship.
"They met--
Whose hands, not souls, had long been parted,
To smile--and in that smile forget
All in the feeling--We have _met_!"
Emily, like a noble girl as she really is, advanced frankly toward our
visitor; and though her hair was dressed in rather an odd style by baby;
and her cheeks were rather too rosy from her violent exercise; yet the
clergyman did not appear to like her the less on that account. He fixed
his deep penetrating eyes for one moment on hers; but I don't know
whether he gleaned anything very satisfactory from them, as hers were
quickly dropped, and her long black lashes were an effectual shield.
Emily had too much good sense to apologize for her dishabille; and I am
sure she needed no apology, for though in a simple white wrapper,
fastened to the throat by a cameo brooch, and a black silk apron; yet I
thought again and again as I looked, that there was a beauty about her
which I had never witnessed before. There was a kind of consciousness or
shyness which was very bewitching. I am quite sure there was one beside
myself of similar opinion, for he improved well the opportunity her
downcast eyes afforded to gaze unreproved. Nelly, however, was by no
means satisfied at the sudden termination of her frolic, and was
constantly climbing to her aunt's knee, to recommence the play. She
appeared perfectly astonished at the unwonted neglect she received; but
finding at length that she could not accomplish her object, crept
quietly away to her toys.
Pauline now came in, having accomplished her self-imposed task of
reading aloud to Phebe in the kitchen. It may be doubted whether the
faithful woman gained much instruction from information received under
such unfavorable auspices. But Pauline was full of zeal; and though
Phebe walked heavily from pantry to sink, and from sink to closet in the
performance of her duties, yet as she refrained from talking, the dear
child never doubted but she was much interested. With her open book in
her hand, she came running into the room, and at a call from Mr. Benson,
advanced gracefully toward him.
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