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Armour, Rebecca Agatha, 1846?-1891

"Marguerite Verne"

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The girls now indulged in hearty embraces, and Josie breathless with
delight went on to tell how she had planned the surprise and the
manner by which she effected her escape from her aunt's house.
"It's no use, Josie, I believe you are capable of doing anything
after this," said Helen Rushton, raising her hands in holy horror at
the thought of the escapade.
"I am not a party in the matter at all, young ladies," exclaimed
Herbert Rutherford, who now entered with Phillip Lawson, looking as
handsome as a prince with his large dark eyes and brilliant brunette
skin, with the least possible tinge of ruddy carmine exquisitely
blended.
"Don't tell me that women can't keep a secret after this," cried
Josie, rocking to and fro in paroxysms of laughter. And in the
straggling explanations that followed they learned that Mr.
Montgomery had been concerned in the plot.
"I couldn't stay down there back of sundown when I heard there was
such lots of company up here. No indeed; talk of solitude, I believe
Robinson Crusoe lied when he said he liked it. Yes, and Old Friday
too, if he said so."
"Oh! Josie, you are beginning to disgrace a fellow already," cried
Herbert, alternating the words with genuine laughter.


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