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"I look like a drudge," said Rebecca mysteriously, with laughing eyes, "but I really am a princess; you mustn't tell, but this is only a disguise; I wear it for reasons of state. The king and queen who are at present occupying my throne are very old and tottering, and are going to abdicate shortly in my favor.
The future man tried to explain all the new scientific principles that was mixed into it fer makin' power an' all but I couldn't understand that part at all." "An' besides," exclaimed Phoebe, "it's a heap more fun to be the only ones can use the thing, I think." "Yes seems like fun's all we're thinkin' of," said Rebecca, rising and moving toward the kitchen.
Rebecca used to mimic her to her face with the most admirable gravity, thereby rendering the imitation doubly piquant to her worthy patroness. The causes which had led to the deplorable illness of Miss Crawley, and her departure from her brother's house in the country, were of such an unromantic nature that they are hardly fit to be explained in this genteel and sentimental novel.
'Twas 'Joseph' from the house across the way, and 'Rebecca' from off yonder, and 'Susie May' from somewhere else. Away with yez all to your mothers!" And Patsy scattered them as if they had been a flock of young sheep, scampering helter-skelter in all directions.
His father would ride over many a time to see him here, and the elder Rawdon's paternal heart glowed to see him rosy and dirty, shouting lustily, and happy in the making of mud-pies under the superintendence of the gardener's wife, his nurse. Rebecca did not care much to go and see the son and heir. Once he spoiled a new dove-coloured pelisse of hers.
Rebecca Rowena Randall, the little niece of the brick-house ladies, and at present sojourning there for purposes of board, lodging, education, and incidentally such discipline and chastening as might ultimately produce moral excellence, Rebecca Randall had a passion for the rhyme and rhythm of poetry.
The horses assumed an easy ambling gait, a sort of single step which was far more comfortable than Rebecca had feared she would find it. The relief of deliverance from the rude mob behind her gave Rebecca courage, and she gazed about with some interest.
"Of course he did not KNOW," murmured Rebecca Ann in a faint tone strangely out of keeping with her appearance. One involuntarily looked again to be sure that such a feeble pipe came from that full-swelling chest. "Of course he did not know it," said Caroline quickly. She turned on her sister with a strange sharp look of suspicion. "How could he have known it?" said she.
Emma Jane grew a deeper pink and her button-hole of a mouth quivered with delicious excitement. "It was last year at the seminary, when he wrote me his first Latin letter from Limerick Academy," she said in a half whisper. "I remember," laughed Rebecca. "You suddenly began the study of the dead languages, and the Latin dictionary took the place of the crochet needle in your affections.
Share with me your crime, or I shall think that you love me no more, and then I shall go away, and you will never see me more." "I do love you, Rebecca I do love you! For your sake I have become a criminal, a murderer! I have purchased you at the price of my soul! Lay your ear close to my mouth, and I will tell you my dreadful secret: Rebecca, I am a murderer, a cursed murderer!
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