Joscelyn , rapt away from her surroundings , did not perceive her grandparents . Her face was turned from them and she was addressing an unseen auditor in passionate denunciation . She spoke , moved , posed , gesticulated , with an inborn genius shining through every motion and tone like an illuminating lamp . `` Josie , what are you doing ? '' It was Cyrus who spoke , advancing into the room like a stern , hard impersonation of judgment . Joscelyn 's outstretched arm fell to her side and she turned sharply around ; fear came into her face and the light went out of it . A moment before she had been a woman , splendid , unafraid ; now she was again the schoolgirl , too confused and shamed to speak . `` What are you doing , Josie ? '' asked her grandfather again , `` dressed up in that indecent manner and talking and twisting to yourself ? '' Joscelyn 's face , that had grown pale , flamed scarlet again . She lifted her head proudly . `` I was trying Aunt Annice 's part in her new play , '' she answered . `` I have not been doing anything wrong , Grandfather . '' `` Wrong ! It 's your mother 's blood coming out in you , girl , in spite of all our care ! Where did you get that play ? '' `` Aunt Annice sent it to me , '' answered Joscelyn , casting a quick glance at the book on the table . Then , when her grandfather picked it up gingerly , as if he feared contamination , she added quickly , `` Oh , give it to me , please , Grandfather . Do n't take it away . '' `` I am going to burn it , '' said Cyrus Morgan sternly .
`` Oh , do n't , Grandfather , '' cried Joscelyn , XXXXX a sob in her voice .
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