"
At this moment Julia came softly into the room with her curiosity hidden
under an air of angelic composure.
Her mother asked after Mrs. Beecher, to draw her into conversation. She
replied quietly that Mrs. Beecher was no better, but very thankful for
the wine Mrs. Dodd had sent her. This answer given, she went without any
apparent hurry and sat by Edward, and fixed two loving imploring eyes on
him in silence. Oh, subtle sex! This feather was to turn the scale, and
make him talk unquestioned. It told. She was close to him too, and mamma
at the end of the room.
"Look here, Ju," said he, putting his hands in his pockets, "we two have
always been friends as well as brother and sister; and somehow it does
not seem like a friend to keep things dark;" then to Mrs. Dodd: "She is
not a child, mother, after all; and how can it be wrong to tell her the
truth, or right to suppress the truth? Well then, Ju, there's an
advertisement in the _'Tiser,_ and it's a regular riddle. Now mind, I
don't really think there is anything in it; but it is a droll
coincidence, very droll; if it wasn't there are ladies present, and one
of them a district visitor, I would say, d--d droll.
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