Rose in Bloom: A Sequel to 'Eight Cousins'Alcott, Louisa May
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Rose in Bloom: A Sequel to 'Eight Cousins'
Alcott, Louisa May
Cousins -- Juvenile fiction; Families -- Juvenile fiction; New England -- Juvenile fiction; Young women -- Juvenile fiction
"I should; for such headaches sometimes end in heartaches, I'm afraid.
Dear Charlie, don't be angry; but you know better than I that this is
a dangerous day for such as you: so do be careful for my sake," she
added, with an unwonted touch of tenderness in her voice; for, looking
at the gallant figure before her, it was impossible to repress the
womanly longing to keep it always as brave and blithe as now.
Charlie saw that new softness in the eyes that never looked unkindly
on him, fancied that it meant more than it did, and, with a sudden
fervor in his own voice, answered quickly,--
"My darling, I will!"
The glow which had risen to his face was reflected in hers; for at
that moment it seemed as if it would be possible to love this cousin,
who was so willing to be led by her, and so much needed some helpful
influence to make a noble man of him. The thought came and went like
a flash; but gave her a quick heart-throb, as if the old affection was
trembling on the verge of some warmer sentiment, and left her with a
sense of responsibility never felt before. Obeying the impulse, she
said, with a pretty blending of earnestness and playfulness,--
"If I wear the bracelet to remember you by, you must wear this to
remind you of your promise."
"And you," whispered Charlie, bending his head to kiss the hands that
put a little white rose in his button-hole.
Just at that most interesting moment, they became aware of an arrival
in the front drawing-room, whither Aunt Plenty had discreetly retired.
Rose felt grateful for the interruption; because, not being at all
sure of the state of her heart as yet, she was afraid of letting a
sudden impulse lead her too far. But Charlie, conscious that a very
propitious instant had been spoilt, regarded the newcomer with any
thing but a benignant expression of countenance; and whispering,
"Good-by, my Rose, I shall look in this evening to see how you are
after the fatigues of the day," he went away, with such a cool nod to
poor Fun See that the amiable Asiatic thought he must have mortally
offended him.
Rose had little leisure to analyze the new emotions of which she was
conscious: for Mr. Tokio came up at once to make his compliments with
a comical mingling of Chinese courtesy and American awkwardness; and
before he had got his hat on Jamie shouted with admiring energy,--
"Here's another! Oh, such a swell!"
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