Honest Jemmy, however, never
for a moment suspected the nature of the basis upon which his worthy
neighbor had erected the superstructure of his narrative; but at
the same time he felt sadly puzzled by the melancholy and declining
appearance of her whom he looked upon as his future daughter-in-law. The
truth was that scarcely any of her acquaintances could recognize her as
the same majestic, tall, and beautiful girl whom they had known before
this heavy disappointment had come on her. Her exquisite figure had lost
most of its roundness, her eye no longer flashed--with its dark mellow
lustre, and her cheek--her damask cheek--distress and despair had fed
upon it, until little remained there but the hue of death itself. Her
health in fact was evidently beginning to go. Her appetite had abandoned
her; she slept little, and that little was restless and unrefreshing.
All her family, with the exception of her father and mother, who
sustained themselves with the silly ambition of their daughter being
able to keep her jaunting-car--for her father had made that point a
_sine qua non_--all, we say, with the above exceptions, became seriously
alarmed at the state of her mind and health.
"Kathleen, dear," said her affectionate sister, "I think you have
carried your feelings against Bryan far enough."
"My feelings against Bryan!" she exclamed.
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