Nevertheless, she could not help feeling uneasy; for why did
Annie Day, her own chosen and particular friend, so persistently avoid
her? Why had Lucy Marsh refused to walk with her yesterday? and why
did Annie so often look at her with meaning and inquiry in her eyes?
These glances of Annie's caused Rosalind's heart to beat too quickly;
they gave her an undefined sense of uneasiness.
She felt as she stood now before her glass that, after all, she was
doing a rash thing in wearing her coral. Annie Day knew of her money
difficulties; Annie knew how badly Rosalind had wanted four guineas to
pay the debt she still owed for the ornaments. If Rosalind wore them
to-night, Annie would ask numerous questions. Oh, yes, there was a
risk-- there was a decided risk-- but Rosalind's vanity was greater
than her fears.
There came a knock at her room door. To Rosalind's surprise, Annie
Day's voice, with an extremely friendly tone in it, was heard outside.
"Are you ready, Rosie?" she cried; "for, if you are, there is just
room for you in the fly with Lucy Marsh and Miss Singleton and
myself."
"Oh, thank you!" cried Rosalind from the other side of the door; "just
wait one moment, Annie, and I will be with you."
Both fear and hesitation vanished at the friendly tones of Annie's
voice.
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