Geoffrey's victory; $b or, the double deceptionSheldon, Georgie, Mrs.
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Geoffrey's victory; $b or, the double deception
Sheldon, Georgie, Mrs.
Boston (Mass.) -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Dime novels; Romance fiction
“How noble you are!” she whispered, “and I’d rather have my Geoff
without a penny!”
“You will have your ‘rather,’ then,” the young man returned, laughing,
although he fondly returned her caress, “for he hasn’t even a penny that
is rightfully his own. But,” he added, drawing himself up resolutely,
“that shall not be said of me long—another year, I trust, will find me
established in something that need not make me ashamed to take my place
among other men.”
“Oh, Geoffrey! who is indulging in morbid fancies now?” queried Gladys,
chidingly.
“I do not mean to do so,” he replied, cheerfully, “but I long to begin
to do something for myself and for you, my darling. But I must not keep
you here—people will be wondering what has become of the fair
valedictorian. There!” as steps were heard approaching the door, “I’ll
venture that some one is looking for you now.”
It proved to be even so, and Gladys was in great demand during the next
few hours. Indeed, Geoffrey saw but comparatively little of her after
that one interview, for he was obliged to leave at an early hour in
order to reach New Haven that night.
There was to be a brilliant reception that evening for the graduating
class, and it was quite a disappointment to Gladys that Geoffrey could
not be present, but she strove to make the best of it, knowing that they
would meet again in a few days; besides Mr. and Mrs. Huntress were to
remain to accompany her when she should leave the next day.
Everet Mapleson also remained.
He had hardly been able to get a word with Gladys all day, and when he
found that Geoffrey was obliged to leave, he resolved that he would
attend the reception and devote himself to the fair girl whom he was
learning every hour to love more devotedly.
When he presented himself in the evening before her a slight frown
contracted her brow, and for a moment she was tempted to pass on and
leave him to himself. But he made that impossible by instantly taking
his stand by her side, and devoting himself exclusively to her, and thus
it was out of her power to avoid him without being positively rude.
“Well, all this will soon end,” she said to herself, with a sigh of
resignation, “and for once I may as well surrender myself to the
inevitable; after he leaves college we shall probably not meet again,
and I should not like to have it on my conscience that I had been rude
even to him.”
She introduced him to several of her classmates, and tried thus to
attract his attention from herself and slip away unobserved; but at her
first movement he was at her side.
During the latter part of the evening he managed to draw her into the
circle of promenaders who were pacing up and down the main hall, to the
delicious strains of a fine band, where, after a few turns he led her,
almost before she was aware of his intention, to a balcony at one end,
and out of the hearing of the crowd within.
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