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Do you think I might go up to Esmeralda, Trafford? she said. Ada has offered to stayshe is so good and kindand I could come back this evening.
Its Lyrcus! they shouted to the other party."And his father's before him," said the gray man.
A faint flush rose to Traffords brow.
They were sitting by the open window of his room. Lilias was with the housekeeper, Norman lounging at the door and hindering, as Lilias declared, and Trafford and Ada were walking up and down the terrace. Esmeralda could see them from where she sat. Trafford was pacing slowly, with his head bent and his hands behind him; Ada gliding gracefully by his side, and now and again looking up at him with the expression on her face which always set Esmeraldas heart beating.Hilary's smile grew: "Why--thank you again! That will make it more comfortable for them. Good-night."
The loss of their Mobile home, which also Madame had perfectly known since morning, was broken to them with less infelicity, though they would talk cheerily of the house as something which no evil ever would or could befall, until suddenly the girl said, "Grandma, dearest, that night air is not so pretty good for your rheum; we better pass inside," and the old lady, insistently unselfish, moved a step within, leaving the other two on the balcony. There, when the blow came at last, Flora's melodious grievings were soon over, and her sweet reasonableness, her tender exculpation not alone of this dear friend but even of the silly fellows who had done the deed, and her queenly, patriotic self-obliteration, were more admirable than can be described. Were, as one may say, good literature. The grateful soldier felt shamed to find, most unaccountably, that Anna's positively cruel reception of the same news somehow suited him better. It was nearer his own size, he said to himself. At any rate the foremost need now, on every account, was to be gone. But as he rose Flora reminded him of "those few hundred gold?" Goodness! he had clean forgotten the thing. He apologized for the liberty taken in leaving it with her, but--"Oh!" she prettily interrupted, "when I was made so proud!"
Three Star Camp? he repeated. You are a long way from there.Hail to Byssa! We want to see Byssa.