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I'm getting old and selfish that's the truth of the matter. I want to sit here, and have my girls take care of me! Pshaw! "Sophie, now well, perhaps she don't need it so much, yet; she's younger than her sister, and has a good deal more internal resource: besides, she's too delicate at present. But Neelie Neelie ought to go at once this very summer.
Is Miss Gwilt likely to succeed?" she asked, aloud. "Does Mr. Armadale show any sort of interest in her?" Neelie looked up at her mother for the first time. The hardest part of the confession was over now. She had revealed the truth about Miss Gwilt, and she had openly mentioned Allan's name. "He shows the most unaccountable interest," she said. "It's impossible to understand it.
"Yes," repeated her mother, as mechanically as ever; "a little later when I have had some rest." Neelie left the room. The minute after the door had closed on her, Mrs. Milroy rang the bell for her nurse. In the face of the narrative she had just heard, in the face of every reasonable estimate of probabilities, she held to her own jealous conclusions as firmly as ever. "Mr.
Shouldn't you want to kill him?" demanded she, in a low voice. "I should want to kill only the memory of his unworthiness," replied Sophie, her voice rising and clearing, while she regarded her sister with a full, bright glance. "As to hating him I cannot hate any one I have loved, Neelie." She raised herself up as she spoke, and sat erect.
Her outfit of clothes is nearly ready; and the summer holidays, at the school which has been chosen for her, end at the end of next week. When I left them, they had decided to meet again and settle something on Monday. "The last words I heard him address to her, before I went away, shook me a little. He said: 'There is one difficulty, Neelie, that needn't trouble us, at any rate.
"I'm afraid I'm too old for this sort of thing," thought the good man, looking about him dreamily. "I don't find I enjoy it as much as I thought I should. When are we going on the water, I wonder? Where's Neelie?" Neelie more properly Miss Milroy was behind one of the carriages with the promoter of the picnic.
Here's a bit I don't understand, to begin with: 'It may be observed generally that the law considers marriage in the light of a Contract. What does that mean? "Is there nothing about Love?" asked Neelie. "Look a little lower down." "Not a word. He sticks to his confounded 'Contract' all the way through." "Then he's a brute! Go on to something else that's more in our way."
"Pour me out a cup of tea," she said; "and don't excite yourself, my dear. Why do you speak to me about this? Why don't you speak to your father?" "I have tried to speak to papa," said Neelie. "But it's no use; he is too good to know what a wretch she is. She is always on her best behavior with him; she is always contriving to be useful to him.
The major seems to have spoken so sensibly and so feelingly that he left his daughter no decent alternative and he leaves Armadale no decent alternative but to submit. As well as I can remember, he seems to have expressed himself to Miss Neelie in these, or nearly in these terms: "'Don't think I am behaving cruelly to you, my dear: I am merely asking you to put Mr. Armadale to the proof.
He asked me he actually asked me, last night how many hundreds a year the wife of a rich man could spend on her dress. 'Don't put it too low, the idiot added, with his intolerable grin. 'Neelie shall be one of the best-dressed women in England when I have married her. And this to me, after having had him at my feet, and then losing him again through Miss Milroy!
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