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Mrs. George Corbett. The Adventures of an Ugly Girl
The Adventures of an Ugly Girl
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I “As ithers see us.”—Burns
CHAPTER II “In the world there is no duty more important than that of being charming.”—Victor Hugo
CHAPTER III “Tis the unlikely that always happens.”
CHAPTER IV “There will be no wedding to-day.”
CHAPTER V “A maiden’s fancies.”
CHAPTER VI “When venom’d gossip shows her poison-fangs, the watchword is, ‘Beware!’ ”
CHAPTER VII “From prying eyes and fingers defend us, good Lord!”
CHAPTER VIII “Brave hearts and willing hands may foil even Satan himself.”
CHAPTER IX “How fain are we to turn our backs on that which likes us not.”
CHAPTER X “ ’Tis better to be born lucky than rich.”
CHAPTER XI “The grip of death.”
CHAPTER XII “In mortal peril.”
CHAPTER XIII “Paying the Penalty.”
CHAPTER XIV “Long Live the People!”
CHAPTER XV
CHAPTER XVI “Life and thought have gone away.”
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Mrs. George Corbett
Published by Good Press, 2019
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So far Lady Elizabeth had not spoken directly to me, and whenever my eyes wandered in her direction, I could see that her glance was very critical, but I could not be sure that it was quite so disapproving as I had expected. Yet, although I neither spoke, nor was spoken to, there was no constraint between the others, for my father and Lady Courtney were both good conversationalists, and Belle could chatter by the hour, provided the talk was kept at a suitably frivolous level. Jerry, after being petted and praised a little, had been sent to bed primed with a quartet of kisses, and jubilant in the possession of a bright sovereign which papa had given to him in honor of the advent of a new mistress at Courtney Grange.
“Belle, dear, suppose you play us one of your pretty pieces,” said my father. Whereupon I vacated the music-stool, and took refuge near the big oriel window which overlooked the orchard, and which was my especial delight. For it was like a small room in itself, and I did not feel quite so lost among its cozy, faded draperies as I did in any other part of our drawing-room, which always seemed to me to be much too large for the furniture that was in it. Belle, after a great deal of fidgeting and looking round at herself, to make sure that her dress was falling in graceful folds, struck a few chords on what had been a very fine piano in its day, but which even I, who was partial to all that had belonged to my mother, was compelled to admit was getting out of date.
