Marie Belloc Lowndes

Marie Belloc Lowndes

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Portrait of Marie Belloc Lowndes Marie Belloc Lowndes Mrs. Parsleet (1927)

Parsleet solemnly.
"Times have changed," went on the Duchess in a low voice. "Our sons will have to make their way in the world, and to start them will cost money."
"Aye, I know that," said the old woman eagerly, "and your Grace saying so makes it easy for me, so it do, to tell you what I wants to say. I don't suppose"—she smiled a thin wintry smile—"that you've ever given much thought to my money?"
"Your money, Parsy?"
The Duchess was genuinely astonished. Somehow she had always thought of her dear old nurse as having no money, save of course her handsome wages.
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Portrait of Marie Belloc Lowndes Marie Belloc Lowndes Mrs. Parsleet (1927)

I should be a hypocrite, my dear, if I said that I hoped that in the end you would marry Geoffrey Brentlaw. In you, Susie, pity has been akin to love. Once you see someone you can really care for—as a woman ought to care for the man she marries—once you're what people call 'in love,' you'll thank me, my child, for having saved you from this marriage.
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Portrait of Marie Belloc Lowndes Marie Belloc Lowndes Mrs. Parsleet (1927)

Parsleet, at any rate, as she grew older, did not really rule by love rather than by fear?
With this in her mind she went into her bedroom, to find, to her surprise, the room lit up. Then, suddenly, she became aware that in front of her dressing-table stood a little under-housemaid, and that round the girl's neck hung a splendid necklace of emeralds and diamonds which she, the Duchess, had intended to wear to-night and had discarded at the last moment.
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