There was something sacred about the feeling
which had so suddenly and unexpectedly overpowered them both.
Nell came in.
"Reine, I have been looking for you everywhere."
"I came here to thank Miss Gray for her design," said Reine, "and I
don't think I have even mentioned it yet."
"You are as pale as death," said Nell. "What has Hetty been saying to
you?"
"Nothing," said Reine absently, her eyes going back to Hetty's face and
fixing themselves there.
"How you stare at each other!" said Nell, "and I declare your two faces
are almost the same this moment."
"Nell!"
"I always said you were like each other, though Phyllis could not see
it. Now I am sure of it."
A wild look came into Reine's face.
"That would be too strange," she said; "for she is so like--so
like--some one--Oh, Nell, she is the very image of my mother!"
"Your mother!" echoed Nell, gazing at Hetty and thinking she did not
look like anybody's mother, with her short frock and flowing hair.
"But there is the dinner-bell!" she cried, glad of the interruption; for
Nell had a great dislike of anything like a sentimental scene.
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