Standing there on that uneventful morn with the rays of sunshine
playing hide and seek through her silken hair, could she have looked
beyond the surrounding of the present, and cast her eye along the
dim and shadowy perspective, what sorrow might have been averted;
what heart-throes might have been quieted! But let us not be carried
away by such thoughts. Let us not seek to penetrate beyond the airy
nothings of every-day life.
Marguerite Verne went back into the presence of the other members of
the family. She chatted, laughed and sang blithe as a bird carolling
its earliest matin.
Marguerite's pure and transparent soul finds shelter in the daily
acts of goodness emanating from her loving heart, and if she feels a
momentary pang she struggles bravely and lives on. She could ill
repress her feelings when the peerless Evelyn, radiant in convenient
smiles and blushes, went to be congratulated on her engagement to
Montague Arnold.
"You never did seem like a sister to me Madge, and you act less like
one now. I did not come to tell you that I was going to die."
Evelyn's manner was anything but amiable. She could brook no
opposition to her will, and she was piqued to the highest degree
that Marguerite did not break forth with the wildest terms of
extravagant congratulation.
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