Maud Florence Nellie: or, Don't care!. Coleridge Christabel Rose
is. She ought soon to be brought more forward, I suppose. But we never see anyone, or do anything. I don’t see much of Geraldine – often – and she is kept very tight at her lessons.”
“It’s dull for you, too,” said his cousin compassionately.
“Oh, I don’t care when I get out and about a bit.”
“My uncle doesn’t look well, I think?”
“Doesn’t he?” said Edgar quickly. “Ah, I haven’t much opportunity of judging.”
There was a touch of bitterness in his voice, and a look that was not quite pleasant in the bright hazel eyes, that were usually wonderfully cheery, considering how much their owner had to suffer, and keen as a hawk’s into the bargain.
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