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Armour, Rebecca Agatha, 1846?-1891

"Marguerite Verne"


"Beautiful as Hebe, by Jove," exclaimed the rubicund major, in an
undertone that implied he was also deeply interested in the fair
young face and graceful supple form.
How the manoeuvering mamma watched each sign of admiration thus
directed towards her daughter.
"If I can only accomplish my wishes my life will be one
uninterrupted calm. I will then lay me down in peace," thought Mrs.
Verne, as she re-arranged the folds of her silken train to her
entire satisfaction.
Hubert Tracy had been detained on a fishing excursion up the Cam,
whither he had gone with some rollicking companions to recruit his
health and restore some of the youthful bloom that dissipation had
almost destroyed.
Marguerite could ill conceal her disgust as she met the weak-minded
and, to her, contemptible young man, on the week following.
It was at a brilliant assemblage, under the patronage of Mrs.
Montague Arnold.
Never was maiden more becomingly attired, for despite her friends'
entreaties, Marguerite's taste was simplicity, indeed. Her modest
pearl-colored satin was relieved by knots of delicate pansies--one
of Marguerite's many favorite flowers--and the delicate and chaste
silver ornaments, made her toilet simply bewitching.


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