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She was little and dark and would have been pretty, if she had not looked ill and out of spirits. What would he have said, what would he have done, if he had known that those two strangers were Randal Linley's brother and Roderick Westerfield's daughter? Mr. and Mrs. Herbert. The stealthy influence of distrust fastens its hold on the mind by slow degrees.
Without friends, and without prospects, Roderick Westerfield's daughter was, in the saddest sense of the word, alone in the world. The hands of the ugly old clock in the school-room were approaching the time when the studies of the morning would come to an end. Wearily waiting for their release, the scholars saw an event happen which was a novelty in their domestic experience.
What purpose led her to apply to me, under these circumstances, you will presently discover. As to the means by which she found her way to my office, I may remind you that any directory would give her the necessary information. "Miss Westerfield's object was to tell me, in the first place, that her guilty life with you was at an end. She has left your protection not to return to it.
Third obstacle, her mother's sister being her mother over again in an aggravated form. People who only look at the surface of things might ask what we gain by investigating Miss Westerfield's past life. We gain this: we know what to expect of Miss Westerfield in the future." "I for one," Mrs. Linley interposed, "expect everything that is good and true." "Say she's naturally an angel," Mrs.
She has just been telling me that our friend Mrs. MacEdwin has taken a fancy to Miss Westerfield, and would be only too glad to deprive us of our pretty governess." "Did Mrs. Presty say that in Miss Westerfield's presence?" "No. Soon after you and Catherine left the room, Miss Westerfield left it too. I daresay I am wrong, for I haven't had time to think of it; but Mrs.
"I wish you good-morning." The easy landlord pressed her back into her chair. "Don't be a fool," he said; "James is in London James is staying in my house. What do you think of that?" Mrs. Westerfield's bold gray eyes expressed eager curiosity and interest. "You don't mean that he is going to be barman here again?" "No such luck, my dear; he is a gentleman at large, who patronizes my house." Mrs.
Westerfield's family dare to suppose that a barmaid may not be a perfectly virtuous woman?" "Pardon me for putting myself forward," he said, with his customary politeness. "Speaking as an abstainer from fermented liquors, I must really protest against these allusions to barmaids."
"Am I to congratulate you?" he asked. "Congratulate me on having discovered Roderick Westerfield's daughter." That reply, and the tone in which it was given, led Randal to ask if the engagement had been prematurely announced. "There is no engagement at all," Bennydeck answered, with a look which suggested that it might be wise not to dwell on the subject.
Feeling his position acutely, Linley refrained from openly admiring her generosity. Until he had deserved to be forgiven, he had forfeited the right to express an opinion on her conduct. She misinterpreted his silence. As she understood it, he appreciated an act of self-sacrifice on Miss Westerfield's side but he had no word of encouragement for an act of self-sacrifice on his wife's side.
"He won't do it." "He will." With that difference of opinion, they parted. The Brute. To-morrow came and Mrs. Westerfield's faithful James justified her confidence in him. "Oh, Jemmy, how glad I am to see you! You dear, dear fellow. I'm yours at last." "That depends, my lady, on whether I want you. Let go of my neck."
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