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Yonge, Charlotte Mary, 1823-1901

"The Three Brides"

I was determined to come on here;
we go on Monday."
"Shall you be at the Ordination?"
"I trust so. If mamma is pretty well, we shall both go."
"Is Edith going to the ball on Thursday?"
"No, she has given it up. It seems as if we at least ought to
recollect our Ember days, though I am ashamed to think we never did
till this time last year."
"I confess that I never heard of them," said Mrs. Poynsett. "Don't
look shocked, my dear; such things were not taught in my time."
Julius showed her the rubric and the prayer from the book in his
pocket, knowing that the one endeared to her by association was one
of the Prayer-books made easy by omission of all not needed at the
barest Sunday service.
"I see," she said, "it seems quite right. I wish you had told me
before you were ordained, my dear."
"You kept your Ember days for me by instinct, dear mother."
"Don't be too sure, Julius. One learns many things when one is laid
on one's back."
"Think of Herbert now," whispered Jenny. "I am glad he is sheltered
from all this hubbub by being at the palace.


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