. Under false colours . girl began to tremble a little as shecaught his steady gaze, fixed on her in the firelight. Yes ; every one must trust you. And yet you tell me nothing, he went on. Youare concealing something, and suffering very much. Ibeg you, for your own sake, to speak It will be muchbetter for you, and ever so much safer. Her eyes were full of dumb distress, Lucilla was stillplaying softly, and her music seemed to persuade andentreat. She spoke at last in a low, uncertain tone. I will tell you, Mr. Mornay, what really troubles will open my heart to you, and follow your counsel
. Under false colours . girl began to tremble a little as shecaught his steady gaze, fixed on her in the firelight. Yes ; every one must trust you. And yet you tell me nothing, he went on. Youare concealing something, and suffering very much. Ibeg you, for your own sake, to speak It will be muchbetter for you, and ever so much safer. Her eyes were full of dumb distress, Lucilla was stillplaying softly, and her music seemed to persuade andentreat. She spoke at last in a low, uncertain tone. I will tell you, Mr. Mornay, what really troubles will open my heart to you, and follow your counsel, how-ever hard it may be to do it. A girl needs a director;—there are too many guideless girls about in the world, arethere not ? I have done something wrong, very wrong;when you hear what it is, you will perhaps despise me ? I am sure that I never shall despise you. It all began on a Sunday evening at school, whenCissy Dysart and I were alone together. You knowalready how dearly we loved each other; she had been so. 498 CHERRYS SECRET REVEALED TO MR MORXAY. * ce <e CONFESSION. 305 kind to me that I could refuse her nothing ;—I can nevermake any one understand how generous and loving shewas. That evening she proposed that we should carryout a wild scheme which had entered her mind. Wewere alike, very much alike, only that I was healthy andstrong, and she was always delicate. And she arrangedthat I should go to spend the midsummer holidays withsome people who had known her mother, and had invitedher to their house. I was to go, not as Cherry Dent, butas Miss Dysart. Then these people had never seen Miss Dysart ?Never; and they wanted to see her and know herbefore she returned to India. She was not well enough togo to them; but instead of declining the invitation sheaccepted it, and sent them my portrait as if it had beenher own. They are people in a high position, I suppose ? Oh, yes ; that is the worst of it. Cissy wanted me tohave a glimpse of the life that they lead,
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