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By Louisa May Alcott
Louisa may possibly Alcott’s little-known novella is an inventive research of deception, betrayal, and the ruthless strength of a lady scorned.
When demure Scottish governess Jean Muir arrives at a prosperous loved ones, the family members couldn’t be extra delighted with their younger new resident and locate themselves beguiled by means of her grace and sweetness. yet this hand over to her innocent’ charms quickly units the lads quarreling for her consciousness, with the ladies beside themselves with jealousy. overjoyed along with her good fortune, omit Muir units her attractions at the maximum prizebut she has simply 3 days to say victory sooner than the reality, in the back of her masks, can be exposed.
American novelist Louisa might Alcott is healthier remembered for the perennially renowned Little Women.
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The following day. " "So quickly! " And the outdated man's voice betrayed the difficulty he used to be attempting to disguise. Jean had grown very calm, however it was once the calmness of desperation. She had was hoping that the 1st tears might produce the avowal for which she waited. It had no longer, and she or he started to worry that her final likelihood used to be slipping from her. Did the outdated guy love her? if that is so, why did he no longer converse? desirous to revenue via every one second, she used to be at the alert for any hopeful trace, any propitious be aware, glance, or act, and each nerve used to be strung to the maximum. "Jean, may well I ask one query? " acknowledged Sir John. "Anything of me, sir. " "This guy whom you love—can he no longer assist you? " "He may possibly if he knew, yet he must never. " "If he knew what? Your current difficulty? " "No. My love. " "He doesn't comprehend this, then? " "No, thank heaven! And he by no means will. " "Why no longer? " "Because i'm too proud to possess it. " "He loves you, my baby? " "I don't know—I dare now not wish it," murmured Jean. "Can I no longer assist you the following? think me, I wish to see you secure and chuffed. Is there not anything i will do? " "Nothing, not anything. " "May i do know the identify? " "No! No! permit me cross; i will not endure this wondering! " And Jean's distressful face warned him to invite not more. "Forgive me, and permit me do what i could. leisure right here quietly. i will write a letter to an outstanding buddy of mine, who will locate you a house, should you go away us. " As Sir John handed into his internal research, Jean watched him with despairing eyes and wrung her palms, announcing to herself, Has all my ability abandoned me whilst i want it so much? How am i able to make him comprehend, but now not overstep the boundaries of maiden modesty? he's so blind, so timid, or so boring he'll no longer see, and time goes quick. What shall I do to open his eyes? Her personal eyes roved concerning the room, looking for a few reduction from inanimate issues, and shortly she stumbled on it. shut at the back of the sofa the place she sat hung a superb miniature of Sir John. at the beginning her eye rested on it as she contrasted its placid comeliness with the weird pallor and disquiet of the dwelling face visible throughout the open door, because the previous guy sat at his table attempting to write and casting covert glances on the girlish determine he had left in the back of him. Affecting unconsciousness of this, Jean gazed on as though forgetful of every little thing however the photo, and all of sudden, as though obeying an impossible to resist impulse, she took it down, appeared lengthy and fondly at it, then, shaking her curls approximately her face, as though to conceal the act, pressed it to her lips and looked as if it would weep over it in an uncontrollable paroxysm of smooth grief. a legitimate startled her, and prefer a in charge factor, she became to switch the image; however it dropped from her hand as she uttered a faint cry and concealed her face, for Sir John stood prior to her, with an expression which she couldn't mistake. "Jean, why did you do this? " he requested, in an keen, agitated voice. No resolution, because the lady sank decrease, like one beaten with disgrace. Laying his hand at the bent head, and bending his personal, he whispered, "Tell me, is the identify John Coventry? " nonetheless no solution, yet a stifled sound betrayed that his phrases had long gone domestic.