Miss Ayr of Virginia, & other storiesMagruder, Julia
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Miss Ayr of Virginia, & other stories
Magruder, Julia
Short stories, American; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
These thoughts absorbed him, while he was playing, and he began to
imagine plans by which he might hear her speak or sing. He could think
of nothing, except to follow her to church some Sunday, and get a seat
near her in the hope that she might join in the hymns, but the girl
evidently went out alone and unprotected, and he could not quite get
his consent to following and watching her.
Well, whoever she was, and whatever her nature and qualities, she
had certainly managed to make a greater impression on the not very
susceptible mind of Mr. Edward Randall, than that mind had received for
many a long day. He went to sleep that night with a sense of newness
and strangeness upon him, and he waked next morning with a distinct
impression that some important change had come into his life. When he
remembered what it was he smiled at himself; but all the same, the
impression remained.
For several days Randall watched the house opposite, in the hope of
seeing again this charming girl; but it was in vain. Other people came
and went, for the house was evidently let out to lodgers, but they were
of the most uninteresting of the lodging-house class; indeed, as a
rule, they were such people as it irked him to think of as living under
the same roof with the lovely girl.
One afternoon, however, as he was going out he saw coming down the
steps opposite a tall, slight figure in a long, black cloak, which he
recognized at once, though this time the face was carefully veiled
before coming into the street. This fact seemed a little singular, as
it was getting on toward twilight of a mild spring day. He kept the
tall figure well in sight, as he happened to be going the same way, and
even crossed the street that he might observe her more directly. This
fact put a wide space between them which even his rapid walking did
not soon decrease, as the woman’s figure moved very swiftly, and as if
with some definite and important object. When she came at last to one
of the small public parks that relieved the sense of dense habitation
of that part of the great city, Randall observed ahead of her a little
gathering of people, mostly children, who had collected around an
object which he at once recognized.
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