The Argosy . r denied them the smallestwish ! Poor Josephine ! So memory cheats us in cur age ! She whoseword had been as the law of the Medes and Persians ! But the first greeting, the first surprise over, the happiness of the 496 Across the Water. hour took the place of every other feeling. Josephine herself was aswe ever found her : the pink of perfection and neatness. Not ahair unsmoothed, not a crease in the snow-white cap, not a fold outof place in the gown. The same calm, placid, good face, now paleand subdued with age, yet still young looking; the same kindly blueeyes, from which all t
The Argosy . r denied them the smallestwish ! Poor Josephine ! So memory cheats us in cur age ! She whoseword had been as the law of the Medes and Persians ! But the first greeting, the first surprise over, the happiness of the 496 Across the Water. hour took the place of every other feeling. Josephine herself was aswe ever found her : the pink of perfection and neatness. Not ahair unsmoothed, not a crease in the snow-white cap, not a fold outof place in the gown. The same calm, placid, good face, now paleand subdued with age, yet still young looking; the same kindly blueeyes, from which all the fire of other days had departed; the samedome-like forehead, with plenty of room for thought, and an indica-tion of the will and strength of character that once had brooked nointerference from master or from equal. Her cottage was like herself. We entered upon a quaint, pic-turesque room, with sanded floor and a ladder staircase leading to theloft. The wooden ceiling was supported by crossbeams, and almost. Casino, Boulogne. the whole of one side ot the room was given up to the huge the door was a wide latticed window, looking on to thegarden, the flowers and vegetables and fruit trees : spreading branchesthat in due season would groan under the weight of pears and applesand rich red plums. Peat, braize and wood sent up a pleasant odourfrom the hearth and something of a blaze. On one side, within thechimney, was an arm-chair for Louis, the brother, in which, his dayswork done, he smokes his pipe, and pats his dog, and meditates ; onthe other side, a low, small chair for herself. Here, at night, she oftensits up when the others have all gone to rest, and thinks and broodsover bygone days and her eventful life—eventful as compared withthose about her. So thinking, she is wont to fall asleep and wake upwhen the night is far spent and the fire has long been out; and indarkness she has to grope her way to her room. As Malvina, her Across the Water. 497 niece, r
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