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Various The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX. No…

There was an animation and brightness about her that Sheila had not seen before.
“I should like that,” she said eagerly, “but they will hardly let me do anything. I’m always asking to do things; but I can never get leave—hardly.”
“Then we’ll take French leave,” said Cyril gaily. “Look here, Effie; suppose I dress up in a wig and spectacles, and play the part of a new doctor, will you let me prescribe for you?”
She clapped her hands and laughed.
“I should think I would indeed! Oh, Cyril, do be doctor for a little while and tell me what to do! You have such splendid ideas!”
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Various The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX. No…

Sheila suddenly raised her clear glance to Cyril’s face. Something in the tone of the last words struck her with a momentary sense of uneasiness. Surely he was sincere in wishing to do Effie good and rouse her up? Anything the least bit untrue went against the grain with Sheila terribly. He seemed to see the question in her eyes, and at once continued—
“You can see for yourself how much she wants taking out of herself; and that will never be done at home. We must get her out into the world amongst other people. As it is, she thinks she is rather a wonderful being.
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Various The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX. No…

She has no charm about her—that great possession of womanhood—and when one sees her beside somebody who has so large a share, one feels the absence of it more than ever.”
Sheila felt Cyril’s eyes upon her, and blushed crimson. She was not used to compliments, yet there was no misunderstanding the meaning of his words. She could not help quivering with a sort of pleasure, yet felt as though it were somehow treachery to her cousin. For that Cyril was Effie’s hero Sheila could not doubt, though she would never exactly admit as much.
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