"I did love Maggie, of course I loved her-- she
fascinated me; but I don't care for her-- no, I hate her now!"
"How vehemently you pronounce that naughty word, my fair Rosalind. You
must give me some reasons for this grievous change in your feelings."
"She snubbed me," said Rosalind; "she made little of me. I offered to
do her a kindness and she repulsed me. Who cares to be made little of
and repulsed?"
Who, truly, Rosie?-- not even an innocent baby. Now then, my love, let
me whisper a little secret to you. I have never loved Miss Oliphant. I
have never been a victim to her charms. Time was when she and Miss
Lee-- poor Annabel!-- ruled the whole of our hall. Those two girls
carried everything before them. That was before your day, Rose. Then
Miss Lee died. She caught a chill, and had a fever, and was dead in a
couple of days. Yes, of course, it was shocking. They moved her to the
hospital, and she died there. Oh, there was such excitement, and such
grief-- even I was sorry; for Annabel had a way about her, I can't
describe it, but she could fascinate you. It was awfully interesting
to talk to her, and even to look at her was a pleasure. We usedn't to
think much about Maggie when Annabel was by; but now, what with Maggie
and her mystery, and Maggie and her love affair, and Maggie and her
handsome face, and her wealth, and her expectations, why she bids fair
to be more popular even than the two were when they were together.
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