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t fell far short of beauty; but, none the less, the eye dwelt upon her in fascinated attention, so graceful was the pose of the small, stag-like head, so finely cut the curve of chin and cheek; while the smallest action, as of lifting a cup to her lips, became a veritable joy to behold. She was the incarnation of grace, and, looking at her, Mollie became uncomfortably aware of roughened hair, sunburnt hands, and a dozen little deficiencies of toilette. Even Ruth suffered from the comparison, and, despite an obvious effort to sustain her role as hostess, there was a strained, unhappy expression upon her face which went to Mollie's heart. It was a relief to all when Lady Margot rose to take leave; but when she offered her hand to Victor in his turn, he said eagerly-- "Mayn't I walk down with you to the vicarage? It is so long since we met! Please let me take you so far!" "Oh, certainly, if you can spare the time!" replied Lady Margot with a careless indifference of manner which made her consent almost more blighting than a refusal. Victor winced beneath it, but made no comment, and the two tall figures walked slowly down the terrace. Immediately they had disappeared, Jack summoned a servant to wheel him into the house, and the girls were left alone. They sat silently for a long time, as true friends can do without offence, Ruth gazing ahead with grey eyes which saw nothing of the beauty of the scene; Mollie glancing from time to time at her troubled face, then turning quickly aside, lest her scrutiny might be observed and resented. At length Ruth spoke, letting her figure drop back in her chair with a gesture of weariness-- "I wonder how it is that nothing is ever as nice as one expects? If we could have looked forward two months ago, and seen ourselves as we are now, we should have imagined ourselves the happiest creatures on earth; but I am not. Sometimes it seems quite perfect for a few moments, but something always happens to rub off the bloom. Uncle Bernard is cross, or Mrs Wolff stupid, or--or something else! I believe we are not meant to be happy in this world!" Mollie looked up with a quick flush of dissent. "Oh, I think that is such a grudging idea! I hate to hear people say it, and I can't think how they can, when they look round, and see how bright and beautiful everything has been made! If God had meant us to be dull and sad, would He have made all the flowers different colours
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