"Nina, I fear, was
troublesome, as Sophy tells me she often is."
Edith denied Nina's having troubled her much. Still she felt that
she preferred her own cozy bed-chamber to Nina's larger, handsomer
room, and would not promise to spend another night at Grassy
Spring, although she expressed her willingness to resume her
drawing lessons, and suggested that Nina, too, should become a
pupil. Arthur would much rather have had Edith all to himself, for
he knew that Nina's presence would be a restraint upon him, but it
was right, and he consented as the only means of having Edith back
again in her old place, fancying that when he had her there it
would be the same as before. But he was mistaken, for when the
lessons were resumed, he found there was something between them,--
something which absorbed Edith's mind, and was to him a constant
warning and rebuke. Did he bend so near Edith at her task, that
his brown locks touched her blacker braids, a shower of golden
curls was sure to mingle with the twain, as Nina also bent her
down to see what he was looking at.
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