It was all very strange; though the
meeting was quite to be expected, as Mrs. Falchion herself explained that
day. She had determined on coming over to the Pacific Coast; this place
was in her way; it is a fashionable resort; and she stood a good chance
of finding old friends."
"Yes--of finding--old friends," was the abstracted reply. "I like Miss
Caron, her companion, very much better than--most women I have met."
This was not what she was going to say, but she checked herself, lest she
might be suspected of thinking uncharitably of Mrs. Falchion. I, of
course, agreed with her, and told her the story of Galt Roscoe and Hector
Caron, and of Justine's earnestness regarding her fancied debt to Roscoe.
I saw that the poison of anxiety had entered the girl's mind; and it
might, perhaps, bear fruit of no engaging quality. In her own home,
however, it was a picture to see her with her younger sisters and
brothers, and invalid mother. She went about very brightly and sweetly
among them, speaking to them as if she was mother to them all, angel of
them all, domestic court for them all; as indeed she was.
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