The bright, cool days of October gave place to dreary1, drizzly2, bleak3 November.
Liane had become absorbed into Boston's great army of busy working girls. Lizzie White had secured her a position at a glove counter in the same store with herself, and granny had rented two cheap rooms in Mrs. Brinkley's house, and gone to housekeeping.
Her resentment4 against Liane continued unabated, and she never gave the girl a kind word, but she refrained from acts of violence, lest her meek5 slave should rebel and leave her alone, in her old age and poverty, to fight the battle of a useless existence.
Meanwhile Judge Devereaux had died and been buried with the pomp and ceremony befitting his wealth and position, and his son and daughter had inherited his millions.
Roma Clarke did not fail to send a letter of the sweetest sympathy to her former lover—a letter[Pg 178] that in writing and expression was so far different from Liane's letter that he could not fail to note the difference.
"Poor Liane! What a pity her mind is not as cultured as her lovely face!" he thought, with a bitter pang6.
Since the day of their meeting on the avenue, he had not seen Liane, and he supposed she had seen the sights of the city, bought some garish7 finery, and returned to the wretched hovel she called her home.
He despised her for her shallow coquetry, but he could not help pitying her poverty, and the wretched life with the old hag, from whose brutal8 violence he had once rescued her at the cost of a broken arm.
"How gladly I would have taken her from her wretched lot to a life of love and luxury, but she preferred Dean. I wonder if he has justified9 her hopes?" he thought bitterly.
He grew more and more curious on the subject after his father's burial, in the quiet that comes to a house of mourning, and he suddenly resolved to return to Stonecliff and find out for himself.
The little seaside town looked very gloomy in the downpour of a cold November rain, and the[Pg 179] boom of the sea, lashed10 to fury in a storm, was disquieting12 to his nerves, but he sallied forth13 to the post office, and stood on the steps, watching to see Liane passing by on her way from work, as on the first day he had seen her lovely face.
How freshly it all came back to him, that day but two months ago, when he had followed her to restore her truant14 veil, and first looked into the luring15 blue eyes that had thrilled his heart with passion.
What a mighty16 passion for the shallow coquette had been born in his heart at that meeting—passion followed by pain! Ah, how he wished now that he had never met her, that he had let the blue veil blow away on the heedless wind! The little acts of kindness had brought him a harvest of pain.
Even now, despite all, he was waiting and watching with painful yearning17 for another sight of her face.
But the moments waned18, and she came not.
He saw the other work people of the town going home through the falling dusk. Four of Miss Bray's girls dropped in at the post office, flashing surprised glances at his handsome, familiar face, wondering at his return; then they went out[Pg 180] again, and he thought that presently Liane and Dolly would be passing also.
But he was disappointed, and presently he realized that it was useless waiting longer.
"Dean must have married her and taken her off already, but it must have been a very quiet affair. I have seen nothing of his marriage in the papers," he thought with strange disquiet11, as he came down the steps.
A handsome carriage, with prancing19 gray horses, in a silver-mounted harness, with liveried footman, suddenly drew up at the curbstone, and a brilliant face flushed on him from the window.
"Oh, Jesse, what a surprise! How do you do? Won't you look in our box and bring me out my mail?" cried Roma Clarke gushingly20.
There was nothing for it but obedience21. Jesse came out to her with two letters and a paper, and as she took them, she threw open the carriage door, urging sweetly:
"Come home with me, do, and see papa and mamma. They will be so glad to see you. Poor papa has been ill of a fever, and is just convalescing22."
He was in a reckless mood. He accepted the invitation and went home with her, but she did[Pg 181] not find him a very congenial companion. He ignored her coquettish attempts to return to their old footing.
"You hate me yet," she pouted23.
"Not at all. I am glad to be your friend, if you will permit me," he replied courteously24.
"Friend!" Roma cried, in an indescribable tone.
He ignored the reproach, and said calmly:
"Tell me all that has happened since I went back to Boston. Who are married and who are dead?"
"No one that you know," replied Roma, and she never guessed what a thrill of joy the words sent to his heart.
He was glad. He could not help it, that Malcolm Dean had not married Liane yet. He was yearning for news of her, yet he knew better than to ask Roma for it. He knew it would only make her angry and jealous.
While he was alone in the drawing room, Roma having gone to apprise25 her parents of his arrival, he was startled to see Dolly Dorr sidle in, dressed in a dark-gray gown, with a maid's white cap and apron26.
He arose in surprise.
"Miss Dorr! Is it possible?"
Dolly colored and hung her head, muttering:
[Pg 182]
"You're surprised to see me here as Miss Clarke's maid."
"Yes," he replied frankly27; then a sudden thought came to him, and he added: "And your pretty friend, Miss Lester? Is she at Cliffdene also?"
Dolly tossed her head scornfully.
"No, indeed, she is not here!"
"Where, then?" he asked eagerly, with a painful curiosity.
"Don't you know?" cried Dolly pertly, with her flaxen head on one side, like a bird, and he answered quickly:
"Of course not!"
Dolly smoothed down her white apron with her little hands, and, glancing at him sidewise with her bright blue eyes, returned indignantly:
"Then, if you don't know, I can tell you. I used to like Liane, but I despise her now. That beauty prize made a fool of the girl, and turned her so silly no one liked her any more. She spent all that money for gaudy28 clothes and cheap jewelry29, trying to entrap30 that artist, Mr. Dean. She was crazy about him, and didn't mind everybody knowing it, either. So at last she went chasing off to some city after him, and I don't know what became[Pg 183] of her then, and I don't care, for every one says she must have gone straight to the bad."
She studied his paling cheek with keen eyes for a moment, then added:
"But I almost forgot. Mr. Clarke sent me to show you up to his room."
Devereaux rose silently, and followed the pert maid upstairs.
It never occurred to Devereaux to doubt Dolly's story in the least. He believed her a simple, truthful31, shallow little maiden32 devoid33 of guile34.
The little actress had played her part well, and Roma, listening behind a curtain, was delighted with the skill of her pupil, so hastily schooled a moment before in her artful story.
With a heavy heart Devereaux followed the scheming maid upstairs to Mr. Clarke's apartment, where he met a joyful35 welcome.
"Ah, my boy, I have been ill for many weeks. It seems an age since we parted that night at the Beauty Show," he exclaimed, as he wrung36 Devereaux's hand, adding sadly: "The strangest thing of all is the disappearance37 of the successful contestant38 for the prize. She went away a day or two afterward39, and no one has the least knowledge of her whereabouts."
[Pg 184]
This was confirmation40 of Dolly's artful story, and Devereaux felt a strange choking in his throat that kept him silent, while Mr. Clarke continued eagerly:
"To tell the truth, I was deeply interested in the beautiful Miss Lester, and felt a hearty41 sympathy for her troubles. She led a sad existence with that wicked old grandmother, and I was on the point of asking her to come and stay at Cliffdene as my typewriter, just to give her a better home, you know, poor girl, when she disappeared so strangely, going away, some people insinuate42, to lead a gayer life," sighing.
Devereaux knew quite well, from the letter he had received from her, that Liane could scarcely have filled the position of Mr. Clarke's typewriter, but he was too generous to say so. He swallowed the lump in his throat as best he could, and answered:
"I hope the insinuations are not true, but I cannot tell. I saw Miss Lester once in Boston. It was a few days after the contest, and she was walking past my home with a respectable-looking, middle-aged43 woman. I have never seen her since."
"So it was to Boston she went? I wish I could[Pg 185] find the poor girl! I would try to interest my wife in her fate," exclaimed Mr. Clarke, but that lady, entering at the moment, overheard the words, and frowned angrily.
"I will have nothing to do with the girl, and the interest you take in her is very displeasing44 to me," she said curtly45.
Roma had worked busily, fostering jealousy46 in her mind until she almost hated the name of Liane Lester.
She shook hands with Devereaux, welcomed him cordially, and returned to the subject.
"Speaking of that girl," she said, "I feel that sympathy is wasted on such as Liane Lester. At one time Roma and I were both so moved with pity for her poverty that we offered her the position of Roma's maid, with a good salary and a comfortable home, but the old woman and the girl both refused, as if they had actually been insulted, though Dolly Dorr, who worked with Liane, was glad enough to apply for the position Liane refused, and fills it very acceptably to Roma. After that we took no further interest in the girl, and rumor47 says that her head was quite turned by vanity after getting the beauty prize, so that she and the old granny moved away from Stonecliff."
[Pg 186]
Mrs. Clarke had pitied and admired Liane until her rivalry48 with Roma, and the latter's specious49 tales had turned the scales against her, and made her jealous of her husband's interest in the lovely girl, so she said again, with flashing eyes and heightened color:
"I do not approve of Mr. Clarke's strong interest in the girl, and would certainly never consent to receive her beneath the roof of Cliffdene."
She did not understand the strange glance of blended reproach and pity her husband bent50 upon her as he thought:
"My poor, deceived love, I cannot be angry with her, for she does not understand the painful interest I take in this Liane Lester, foreboding that she may possibly be our own child, doomed51 to poverty and woe52, while her place in our homes and hearts is usurped53 by an upstart and an ingrate54, without one lovable trait, but whom my poor wife feels compelled to blindly worship, believing her her own child! Ah, how unfortunate this illness that has prevented my tracing Nurse Jenks' history!"
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
dreary
|
|
| adj.令人沮丧的，沉闷的，单调乏味的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
drizzly
|
|
| a.毛毛雨的(a drizzly day) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
bleak
|
|
| adj.(天气)阴冷的；凄凉的；暗淡的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
resentment
|
|
| n.怨愤，忿恨 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
meek
|
|
| adj.温顺的，逆来顺受的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
pang
|
|
| n.剧痛，悲痛，苦闷 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
garish
|
|
| adj.华丽而俗气的，华而不实的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
brutal
|
|
| adj.残忍的，野蛮的，不讲理的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
justified
|
|
| a.正当的，有理的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
lashed
|
|
| adj.具睫毛的v.鞭打( lash的过去式和过去分词 )；煽动；紧系；怒斥 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
disquiet
|
|
| n.担心，焦虑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
disquieting
|
|
| adj.令人不安的，令人不平静的v.使不安，使忧虑，使烦恼( disquiet的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
forth
|
|
| adv.向前；向外，往外 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
truant
|
|
| n.懒惰鬼，旷课者；adj.偷懒的，旷课的，游荡的；v.偷懒，旷课 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
luring
|
|
| 吸引，引诱（lure的现在分词形式） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
mighty
|
|
| adj.强有力的；巨大的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
yearning
|
|
| a.渴望的；向往的；怀念的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
waned
|
|
| v.衰落( wane的过去式和过去分词 )；（月）亏；变小；变暗淡 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
prancing
|
|
| v.（马）腾跃( prance的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
gushingly
|
|
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
|
21
obedience
|
|
| n.服从，顺从 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
convalescing
|
|
| v.康复( convalesce的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
pouted
|
|
| v.撅（嘴）( pout的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
courteously
|
|
| adv.有礼貌地，亲切地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
apprise
|
|
| vt.通知，告知 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
apron
|
|
| n.围裙；工作裙 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
frankly
|
|
| adv.坦白地，直率地；坦率地说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
gaudy
|
|
| adj.华而不实的；俗丽的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
jewelry
|
|
| n.（jewllery）（总称）珠宝 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
entrap
|
|
| v.以网或陷阱捕捉，使陷入圈套 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
truthful
|
|
| adj.真实的，说实话的，诚实的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
maiden
|
|
| n.少女，处女；adj.未婚的，纯洁的，无经验的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
devoid
|
|
| adj.全无的，缺乏的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
guile
|
|
| n.诈术 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
joyful
|
|
| adj.欢乐的，令人欢欣的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
wrung
|
|
| 绞( wring的过去式和过去分词 )； 握紧（尤指别人的手）； 把（湿衣服）拧干； 绞掉（水） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
disappearance
|
|
| n.消失，消散，失踪 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
contestant
|
|
| n.竞争者，参加竞赛者 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
afterward
|
|
| adv.后来；以后 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
confirmation
|
|
| n.证实，确认，批准 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
hearty
|
|
| adj.热情友好的；衷心的；尽情的，纵情的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
insinuate
|
|
| vt.含沙射影地说，暗示 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
middle-aged
|
|
| adj.中年的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
displeasing
|
|
| 不愉快的，令人发火的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
curtly
|
|
| adv.简短地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
jealousy
|
|
| n.妒忌，嫉妒，猜忌 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
rumor
|
|
| n.谣言，谣传，传说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
rivalry
|
|
| n.竞争，竞赛，对抗 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
specious
|
|
| adj.似是而非的；adv.似是而非地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
bent
|
|
| n.爱好，癖好；adj.弯的；决心的，一心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
doomed
|
|
| 命定的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
woe
|
|
| n.悲哀，苦痛，不幸，困难；int.用来表达悲伤或惊慌 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
usurped
|
|
| 篡夺，霸占( usurp的过去式和过去分词 )； 盗用； 篡夺，篡权 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
ingrate
|
|
| n.忘恩负义的人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |