Boarding schools -- England -- Juvenile fiction; Girls -- Social life and customs -- Juvenile fiction
"Do you think it is likely to be found?" asked Brenda.
"I should say most unlikely; unless one of the officials happened to see
it before somebody else got into the carriage. It is exactly the sort
of thing which an unscrupulous person would pick up and keep."
"An unscrupulous person!" echoed Brenda.
"Well--yes. Of course you look so innocent and so--so--young, that of
course you cannot be a bit aware of the fact that there are lots of
dishonest persons in the world. Poor, dear little Nell! Well, she will
cheer up in a minute, and forget all about it."
Brenda leaned back in her seat. She had now quite made up her mind to
keep the bracelet. All she had to do was never to wear it in the
presence of the Hungerfords, whom she was scarcely likely to see again,
or in the presence of her sister, Penelope. But she could make good use
of it at Marshlands-on-the-Sea.
The events of the day began and continued, and Brenda enjoyed herself
vastly. Young Mr Hungerford introduced her to one or two friends of
his, and during the entire day she hardly spoke to a schoolgirl or to a
woman of any sort. The ladies who were present by no means admired her.
The schoolgirls themselves had no time to give her a thought. The
crowning scene of the day was to be "A Dream of Fair Women," which was
put on with exquisite effect; the scene being a dusky wood, with the
moonlight shining through. Even Brenda felt moved as she watched the
curtain rise over the little act, and observed, for the first time, with
particular attention Mrs Hazlitt's noble face and figure as she stood
in the shadowy part of the background and began to recite Tennyson's
words:
"At last methought that I had wandered far
In an old wood: fresh wash'd in coolest dew
The maiden splendours of the morning star
Shook in the steadfast blue.
"...
"And from within a clear undertone
Thrilled through mine ears in that unblissful clime,
`Pass freely thro': the wood is all thine own,
Until the end of time.'
"At length I saw a lady within call,
Stiller than chisell'd marble, standing there;
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,
And most divinely fair."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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