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'That you were such an ill-tempered, unjust woman! 'Possest beyond the Muse's painting, Miss Aldclyffe exclaimed 'A Woman, am I! I'll teach you if I am a Woman! and lifted her hand as if she would have liked to strike her companion. This stung the maiden into absolute defiance. 'I dare you to touch me! she cried. 'Strike me if you dare, madam!
The question whether Miss Aldclyffe were schemer or dupe was almost passed over by Cytherea, under the immediate oppressiveness of her despair in the sense that her position was irretrievable. Not so Springrove.
Miss Aldclyffe, like a good many others in her position, had plainly not realized that a son of her tenant and inferior could have become an educated man, who had learnt to feel his individuality, to view society from a Bohemian standpoint, far outside the farming grade in Carriford parish, and that hence he had all a developed man's unorthodox opinion about the subordination of classes.
The local Hunt had met for the day's sport on the open space of ground immediately in front of the steward's residence called in the list of appointments, 'Old House, Knapwater' the meet being here once every season, for the pleasure of Miss Aldclyffe and her friends.
Miss Aldclyffe still carried in her hand a copy of the newspaper, and while Cytherea had been interesting herself in the picture around, glanced again at the advertisement. She heaved a slight sigh, and began to fold it up again.
Saying this Cytherea left the room before her companion had answered. Miss Aldclyffe, then, had recognized her at last, and had been curious about her name from the beginning. The other members of the household had retired to rest. As Cytherea went along the passage leading to her room her skirts rustled against the partition. A door on her left opened, and Mrs. Morris looked out.
There were forty-five replies to the advertisement. Mr. Nyttleton spread them one by one before Miss Aldclyffe. 'You will probably like to read some of them yourself, madam? he said. 'Yes, certainly, said she.
Miss Aldclyffe formed one of what was called a Ladies' Association, each member of which collected tributary streams of shillings from her inferiors, to add to her own pound at the end. Miss Aldclyffe took particular interest in Cytherea's appearance that afternoon, and the object of her attention was, indeed, gratifying to look at.
Her bearing had charmed him into toleration, as Mary Stuart's charmed the indignant Puritan visitors. He again answered her honestly. 'The best of reasons the tone of her letter. 'Pooh, Mr. Springrove! 'Not at all, Miss Aldclyffe!
'And yet she can be iron with reference to me and her property, the farmer murmured. 'Very well, Ted, I'll tell her. Of the many contradictory particulars constituting a woman's heart, two had shown their vigorous contrast in Cytherea's bosom just at this time. It was a dark morning, the morning after old Mr. Springrove's visit to Miss Aldclyffe, which had terminated as Edward had intended.
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