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Gwen nodded several times. "Same experience," said she. "Why is it they will?" The story fancies it referred, a long time since, to this vice of Goody Marrable's. No doubt Gurth the Swineherd would have made tea on the same lines, had he had any to make. The Countess lost interest in the tea question, and evidently had something to say. Therefore Gwen said: "Yes, mamma!
Garth, coming round unwillingly to the general opinion. "I almost wish we were Papists, and I had a convent to put her in to-morrow." One of Mr. Marrable's servants entered the theater as that desperate aspiration escaped the governess. She instantly sent the man behind the scene with a message: "Miss Vanstone has done her part in the rehearsal; request her to come here and sit by me."
Otherwise, for all she had seen of her, it might have passed from her mind. Also, she was grieved about that mutton-broth. The poor old soul had just looked worn to death, and all that way to drive! If she had only just swallowed half a cup, it would have made such a difference. It added to Granny Marrable's regret, that the mutton-broth had proved so good.
The moment an outsider came in, "The Family" consisted entirely of lordships and ladyships. But how strange, that such a speech actually the naming of a mother by a daughter should be so slightly spoken, in an ignorance so complete! Granny Marrable's thought, of the two, dwelt more on "the old person"; whose identity, as Dave's other Granny, had made its impression on her.
Good influences, brought to bear on perverted human hearts, are quite correct and modern. Granny Marrable's words left Gwen unsuspicious that powers of exorcism had been imputed to her.
"Orders first and money afterwards," Cockey had said, and Cockey had now gone out to look after his money. Gilmore sat for some half-hour helpless over the fire; and then starting up, snatched his hat, and hurried out of the house. He walked as quickly as he could up the hill, and rang the bell at Miss Marrable's house.
Her Mary Lowther was to be treated in this way; to be played with as a plaything, and then to be turned off when the time for playing came to an end! And this little game was to be played for Walter Marrable's delectation, though the result of it would be the ruin of Mary's prospects in life! "I think," said she, "that if I believed him to be so base as that, I would send him out of the house."
The certainty of his condition will pull him through at last." Two days after this Mrs. Fenwick put Miss Marrable's letter into Mr. Gilmore's hand, having perceived that it was specially written that it might be so treated. She kept it in her pocket till she should chance to see him, and at last handed it to him as she met him walking on his own grounds. "I have a letter from Loring," she said.
Marrable, as told about by Dave. There had been mention of Australia certainly. Yet why should Granny Marrable's sister having died there forty-odd years ago connect her with an old woman of a different name, now living? Besides, Dave was not intelligible on this point. Whatever she told to Aunt M'riar was repeated to Uncle Mo be sure of that!
"Gweng says Bad people told you bofe Lies heaps longer ago than dolly's birfday, so you bofe thort you was dead and buried." Straight to the heart of the subject, as perhaps none but a child could have phrased it. Granny Marrable's sight grew dim as she read: "Gweng says you will be glad, not sory." Then she felt quite sick, and heard her granddaughter coming downstairs.
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