Of course, he didn't see my face or know me; but he described the bride--small, slender, with a profusion of golden ringlets.

You should have seen Mrs.Carl look across the table at me--you should have heard her hiss in my ear, in her venomous, serpent-like way: 'I think I know where you spent that fortnight.' I couldn't sleep to-night for thinking of it, and that's how I came to be awake so late, and to see you from the window.

I'm not afraid of her; but I know she means me mischief, if she can." Miriam gazed thoughtfully at her.

She looked a very helpless, childish little creature, sitting there--the youthful face looking out of that sunshiny cloud of curls.
"She is your deadly enemy, then, Mollie.

Why does she dislike you so much ?" "Because I dislike her, I suppose, and always did, and she knew it.