We ought to have been twins;
the same little beast lives in us both."
Tante-gra'mere's eyes snapped.
"You are a limb," she responded in shrill French.
"Yes; we know each other," said Peggy.
"When you are old, there will come a little wretch to revile you."
"I don't revile you, madame. I dote on you."
"Your mother should box your ears, mademoiselle."
"It would do me no good, madame."
"I should like to try it," said tante-gra'mere, without humor.
Angelique did not hear this little quarrel. She was helping Rice with
his sister. His pockets were full of Maria's medicines. He set the
bottles out, and Angelique arranged them ready for use. They gave her a
spoonful and raised her on pillows, and she rested drowsily again,
grateful for the damp wind which made the others shiver. Angelique's
sweet fixed gaze, with an unconscious focus of vital power, dwelt on the
sick girl; she felt the yearning pity which mothers feel. And this, or
the glamour of dim light, made her oval face and dark hair so beautiful
that Rice looked at her; and Peggy, coming from the screens, resented
that look.
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