"
For a moment Dora stood thinking--then catching up the beautiful
braid and comparing it with her own she exclaimed, "_It was
mine! It was mine!_ Eugenia cut it off, and sold it the day
before the party. Oh, I am so glad," she added, "though I was
sorry then, for I did not know it would come to you, the dearest
friend I ever had," and she smoothed caressingly the shining hair,
now a shade lighter than her own.
Mrs. Elliott had heard from her brother the story of Dora's shorn
locks, and the braid of hair was far more valuable to her, now
that she knew upon whose head it had grown. In her next letter to
her brother, she spoke of the discovery, and he could not forbear
mentioning the circumstances to Eugenia, who, not suspecting how
much he knew of the matter, answered indifferently, "Isn't it
funny how things do come round? Dora had so much of the headache
that we thought it best to cut off her hair, which she wished me
to sell for her in Rochester, I think she was always a little
penurious!"
Wholly disgusted with this fresh proof of her duplicity, Mr.
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