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Title: Under false colours
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Doudney, Sarah, 1843-1926 Kilburne, G. G
Subjects: Children's stories, English
Publisher: New York, Scribner and Welford
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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waded a little way into the water, and drew theboat higher up on the shore. When he softly pushed back the hood from the youngface, and gazed at its pale beauty, he was more startledand surprised than he had ever been in his life. Howhad it come to pass that a lady (for such she seemed)could have been sent adrift in a crazy little boat like this ?She appeared to be lying in a kind of stupor, with eyesclosed, and not a trace of colour in lips or cheeks. Hewas a wise man, with plenty of that sort of wisdom whichis always ready for immediate use; and he did not wastetime in conjecture, but lifted her up in his strong arms,and carried her straight into the house. Miss Mornay was coming downstairs, and met herbrother in the hall with his burden. He was leaving atrail of water behind him, as he bore the girl slowlyinto the breakfast room, and deposited her on a large old-fashioned sofa. Dora Mornay was a stately, well-kept woman of fifty,who owed the preservation of her good looks mainly to
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IN A MIST. 241 the fact that she never made a fuss about anything.When she saw her brother with a helpless girl in hisarms, she did not scream, but quietly followed him intothe room, and said in a composed voice— Where did you find her, Edward ?And he answered with equal composure— In a boat that has drifted into our creek.Then Dora Mornay called the servants, and suggestedthat Edward should go away and take breakfast in an-other room while they brought the girl to consciousness.Presently Lucilla Mornay came downstairs, and gave themher aid with a firmness that was not, perhaps, quite asreal as her sisters. For Lucilla, at forty, was still regardedas a little girl, and no one expected too much from her. But it was upon Lucillas face that Cherrys gaze firstrested when her eyes unclosed at last; and it was a verypleasant face to look upon. The girl saw the face faintly,as if it had been veiled with mist, and yet the sight of itgave her a vague kind of comfort. Then the mistthickened

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