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E F Benson. Arundel
Arundel
Table of Contents
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER I. THE CALL FROM WITHOUT
CHAPTER II. THE RIDDLE GROWS
BOOK ONE. CHAPTER III. COMFORTABLE MRS. HANCOCK
CHAPTER IV. COMFORTABLE PLANS
CHAPTER V. COMFORTABLE SETTLEMENTS
ELIZABETH ENTERS
CHAPTER VII. THE INTERMEZZO
CHAPTER VIII. THE MOUNTAIN-TOP
CHAPTER IX. EDWARD'S ABSENCE
CHAPTER X. EDWARD'S RETURN
CHAPTER XI. THE TELEGRAM
BOOK THREE. CHAPTER XII. APRIL EVENING
CHAPTER XIII. THE GRISLY KITTENS
CHAPTER XIV. HEART'S DESIRE
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E. F. Benson
Published by Good Press, 2019
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"Darling, what an idea!" she said. "What can I have been saying to make you think I meant that! Good-night, my little sweet one. Go to bed early, and I shall come to my room like a mouse, so as not to disturb you. And, in turn, dear, would you mind not beginning to practise till, shall we say, eleven to-morrow morning. Begin then and wake me up with some delicious thing like what you were playing so very early this morning. Good-night, sweet Cinderella!"
Elizabeth's rebellion vanished in a sense of amusement. She knew that she might as well expect to cause a blush of embarrassment on the face of the serene moon, by repeating to a mere mortal some unconsidered remark of hers, as to cause her stepmother a moment's loss of self-composure, and she smiled at the butterfly lips. Even when Mrs. Fanshawe caused her the greatest irritation she could not banish altogether the instinct of protection and tenderness towards that remarkably well-equipped little lady. She was really about as capable of taking care of herself as an iron-clad battleship anchored in a calm sea, with guns agape and torpedo-nets spread, but she conveyed so subtle an impression of dependence and timidity that even the victims of her most trying insincerities relented towards her as towards a pretty child eager for enjoyment. It was so easy to strike the smile off her face.
