But she was young, and youth is ever sanguine; she was brave, and
the brave rarely despair. She did not realize the difficulties
of her position, and she did not think it possible that anything
could happen to take her from Hubert Airlie.
Only one person noted the change in Beatrice, and that was her
sister, Lillian Earle. Lillian missed the high spirits, the
brilliant repartee, the gay words that had made home so bright;
over and over again she said to herself all was not well with her
sister.
Lillian had her own secret--one she had as yet hardly whispered
to herself. From her earliest childhood she had been accustomed
to give way to Beatrice. Not that there was any partiality
displayed, but the willful young beauty generally contrived to
have her own way. By her engaging manners and high spirits she
secured every one's attention; and thus Lillian was in part
overlooked.
She was very fair and gentle, this golden-haired daughter of
Ronald Earle. Her face was so pure and spirituelle that one
might have sketched it for the face of a seraph; the tender
violet eyes were full of eloquence, the white brow full of
thought.
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