No, not a cent from you. Go
on, Lily, if you want to. This time you'll get shut of us, I
reckon, and we'll get shut of you. I hope you'll never come back,
this time. You've made trouble enough already."
Thus, then, on the day of departure, Josephine St. Auban found
herself standing before her mirror. It was not an unlovely image
which she saw there. In some woman's fashion, assisted by Jeanne's
last tearful services and the clumsy art of Lily, she had managed a
garbing different from that of her first arrival at this place.
The lines of her excellent figure now were wholly shown in this
costume of golden brown which she had reserved to the last. Her
hair was even glossier than when she first came here to Tallwoods,
her cheek of better color. She was almost disconcerted that the
trials of the winter had wrought no greater ravages; but after all,
a smile was not absent from her lips. Not abolitionist here in the
mirror, but a beautiful young woman. Certainly, whichever or
whoever she was, she made a picture fit wholly to fill the eyes of
the master of Tallwoods when he came to tell her the coach was
ready for the journey to St.
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