There was a momentary pause. Norah kept her position. Magdalen looked
at her perplexedly--hesitated--then walked away by herself toward the
house.
At the turn in the shrubbery path she stopped and looked back uneasily.
"Oh, dear, dear!" she thought to herself, "why didn't Frank go when
I told him?" She hesitated, and went back a few steps. "There's Norah
standing on her dignity, as obstinate as ever." She stopped again. "What
had I better do? I hate quarreling: I think I'll make up." She ventured
close to her sister and touched her on the shoulder. Norah never moved.
"It's not often she flies into a passion," thought Magdalen, touching
her again; "but when she does, what a time it lasts her!--Come!" she
said, "give me a kiss, Norah, and make it up. Won't you let me get at
any part of you, my dear, but the back of your neck? Well, it's a very
nice neck--it's better worth kissing than mine--and there the kiss is,
in spite of you!"
She caught fast hold of Norah from behind, and suited the action to
the word, with a total disregard of all that had just passed, which her
sister was far from emulating. Hardly a minute since the warm outpouring
of Norah's heart had burst through all obstacles.
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