The Cameron pride; or, purified by suffering : $b A novelHolmes, Mary Jane
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The Cameron pride; or, purified by suffering : $b A novel
Holmes, Mary Jane
American fiction -- 19th century
For a moment Mark talked with Morris Grant, explaining how he came
there, and adding that on the morrow he too intended going on to Boston,
to remain for a few days before Wilford sailed; then, feeling that he
must in some way atone for his awkward speech regarding Aunt Betsy, he
sought out Helen, still standing like a statue and watching the feathery
line of smoke rising above the distant trees. Her bonnet had partially
fallen from her head, revealing her bands of rich brown hair and the
smooth broad forehead, while her hands were locked together, and a tear
trembled on her dark eyelashes. Taken as a whole she made a striking
picture standing apart from the rest and totally oblivious to them all,
and Mark gazed at her a moment curiously; then, as her attitude changed
and she drew her hat back to its place, he advanced toward her, making
some pleasant remark about the morning and the appearance of the country
generally. He knew he could not openly apologize, but he made what
amends he could by talking to her so familiarly that Helen almost forgot
how she hated him and all others who like him lived in New York and
resembled Wilford Cameron. It was Mark who led her to the carriage which
Morris said was waiting. Mark who handed her in, smoothing down the
folds of her dress, and then stood leaning against the door, chatting
with Morris, who thought once of asking him to enter and go back to
Linwood. But when he remembered how unequal he was to entertaining any
one that day, he said merely,
“On your way from Boston, call and see me. I shall be glad of your
company then.”
“Which means that you do not wish it now,” Mark laughingly rejoined, as,
offering his hand to both Morris and Helen, he touched his hat and
walked away.
CHAPTER XI.
AFTER THE MARRIAGE.
“Why did you invite him to Linwood?” Helen began. “I am sure we have had
city guests enough. Oh, if Wilford Cameron had only never come, we
should have had Katy now,” and the sister-love overcame every other
feeling, making Helen cry bitterly as they drove back to the farm-house.
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