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She
smiled
and
her
eyes
flashed
--
then
she
went
on
more
quietly
--
"
It
was
all
very
foolish
,
but
I
loved
Willowsmere
,
and
love
it
still
.
And
I
often
saw
in
the
fields
on
the
other
side
of
the
river
which
did
not
belong
to
the
estate
,
a
little
girl
about
my
own
age
,
playing
all
by
herself
and
making
long
daisy-chains
and
buttercup
balls
--
a
little
girl
with
long
fair
curls
and
a
sweet
baby
face
.
I
wanted
to
know
her
and
speak
to
her
,
but
my
nurse
would
never
let
me
because
she
was
supposed
to
be
'
beneath
'
me
.
"
Lady
Sibyl
's
lip
curled
scornfully
at
this
recollection
.
"
Yet
she
was
well-born
;
she
was
the
orphan
child
of
a
very
distinguished
scholar
and
gentleman
,
and
had
been
adopted
by
the
physician
who
attended
her
mother
's
deathbed
,
she
having
no
living
relatives
left
to
take
care
of
her
.
And
she
--
that
little
fair-haired
girl
--
was
Mavis
Clare
.
"
As
this
name
was
uttered
,
a
sort
of
hush
fell
on
our
party
as
though
an
'
Angelus
'
had
rung
;
and
Lucio
looking
across
at
me
with
peculiar
intentness
asked
,
"
Have
you
never
heard
of
Mavis
Clare
,
Tempest
?
"
I
thought
a
moment
before
replying
.
Yes
--
I
had
heard
the
name
--
connected
with
literature
in
some
dim
and
distant
way
,
but
I
could
not
remember
when
or
how
.
For
I
never
paid
any
attention
to
the
names
of
women
who
chose
to
associate
themselves
with
the
Arts
,
as
I
had
the
usual
masculine
notion
that
all
they
did
,
whether
in
painting
,
music
or
writing
,
must
of
necessity
be
trash
and
unworthy
of
comment
.
Women
,
I
loftily
considered
,
were
created
to
amuse
men
--
not
to
instruct
them
.
"
Mavis
Clare
is
a
genius
,
"
--
Lady
Sibyl
said
presently
--
"
If
Mr
Tempest
has
not
heard
of
her
,
there
is
no
doubt
he
will
hear
.
I
often
regret
that
I
never
made
her
acquaintance
in
those
old
days
at
Willowsmere
--
the
stupidity
of
my
nurse
often
rankles
in
my
mind
.
'
Beneath
me
'
--
indeed
!
--
and
how
very
much
she
is
above
me
now
!
She
still
lives
down
there
--
her
adopted
parents
are
dead
and
she
rents
the
lovely
little
house
they
inhabited
.
She
has
bought
some
extra
land
about
it
and
improved
the
place
wonderfully
.
Indeed
I
have
never
seen
a
more
ideal
poet
's
corner
than
Lily
Cottage
.
"
I
was
silent
,
feeling
somewhat
in
the
background
on
account
of
my
ignorance
as
to
the
gifts
and
the
position
of
the
individual
they
all
seemed
to
recognize
as
a
celebrity
of
importance
.
"
Rather
an
odd
name
,
Mavis
,
is
n't
it
?
"
--
I
at
last
ventured
to
observe
.
