SHE , at any rate , had not faltered and coloured , and lost her presence of mind . `` It is little wonder HE did , '' thought the Old Lady vindictively . It pleased her that Andrew Cameron should lose , before her , the front of adamant he presented to the world . He was her cousin and the only living creature Old Lady Lloyd hated , and she hated and despised him with all the intensity of her intense nature . She and hers had sustained grievous wrong at his hands , and the Old Lady was convinced that she would rather die than take any notice of his existence . Presently , she resolutely put Andrew Cameron out of her mind . It was desecration to think of him and Sylvia together . When she laid her weary head on her pillow that night she was so happy that even the thought of the vacant shelf in the room below , where the grape jug had always been , gave her only a momentary pang . `` It 's sweet to sacrifice for one we love -- it 's sweet to have someone to sacrifice for , '' thought the Old Lady . Desire grows by what it feeds on . The Old Lady thought she was content ; but Friday evening came and found her in a perfect fever to see Sylvia in her party dress . It was not enough to fancy her in it ; nothing would do the Old Lady but seeing her . `` And I SHALL see her , '' said the Old Lady resolutely , looking out from her window at Sylvia 's light gleaming through the firs . She wrapped herself in a dark shawl and crept out , slipping down to the hollow and up the wood lane . It was a misty , moonlight night , and a wind , fragrant with the aroma of clover fields , blew down the lane to meet her . `` I wish I could take your perfume -- the soul of you -- and pour it into her life , '' said the Old Lady aloud to that wind . Sylvia Gray was standing in her room , ready for the party . Before her stood Mrs. Spencer and Amelia Spencer and all the little Spencer girls , in an admiring semi-circle . There was another spectator . Outside , under the lilac bush , Old Lady Lloyd was standing .
She could see Sylvia plainly , in her dainty dress , XXXXX the pale pink roses Old Lady Lloyd had left at the beech that day for her in her hair .
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