This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 Excerpt: ...to tilt slightly on one side, giving her a helpless expression which was comic in the extreme. Madame was pitiless. She considered both herself and Ursule to have been neglected_by the Miss Follatons, and she looked up and down Anne with a little wondering air which was far from reassuring. But Joyce came briskly to ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 Excerpt: ...to tilt slightly on one side, giving her a helpless expression which was comic in the extreme. Madame was pitiless. She considered both herself and Ursule to have been neglected_by the Miss Follatons, and she looked up and down Anne with a little wondering air which was far from reassuring. But Joyce came briskly to the rescue. In her bright manner, which, if it was a little overdecided, was so genial that it always charmed, she made herself known to Madame d'Aurigny and Ursule, talked of her father and mother, and talked moreover as if they belonged to one another, instead of keeping them outside the limits of the circle which Ursule had begun to think was guarded by a very phalanx of thorns. She contrived, by an ingenious exercise of tact, to make her cousins take their share in the conversation, and actually to warm them into something like cordiality. She asked Anne for a receipt which would infallibly do good to a pain in the arm, of which Madame complained; and led Elsie, before she knew what she was about, to ofl.er Ursule some flower-seeds. Madame was delighted. Ursule looked wistfully at her, wondering whether this acquaintance was to end like Mrs. Chambers's, or whether she could trust again; then she heard Clement's name mentioned, and listened eagerly to hear what Joyce said of him. Joyce, on her part, felt the same curiosity; and, after all, it was Madame d'Aurigny who said the most, and poured out voluble eulogiums upon him, interspersed with allusions to his conduct on the day of the storm, of which his cousin knew but little. When at length they rose to go, something like a friendly footing seemed_to be established between them. "You will come often, will you not?" Madame said, in her most gracious tone. &...
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