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Follock to be envied, since he can call cousin with so charming a young lady as Anneke Mordaunt." "True sir, most true!" I interrupted, eagerly; "Anne Mordaunt passes for the sweetest girl in York!" "I do not know that I should go quite as far as that, Mr.
This last was a handsome fellow, too; nor had I been an hour in his company, before I saw, plainly enough, that he was a strong admirer of Anneke Mordaunt. The other two evidently admired themselves too much, to have any very lively feelings on the subject of other persons.
Two girls, educated, however, as had been Anneke and Mary Wallace, could not but acquit themselves better, in such a scene, than those who had been less accustomed to the usages of polite life, which are always more or less, the usages of convention.
"I remember to have travelled on the Hudson, a few years since," returned Herman Mordaunt, "the entire distance between Albany and Sing-Sing, and a very good time we had of it; much better than had we gone by land, for there was little or no snow." "Just our case now, Miss Anneke!" cried Guert. "Good sleighing on the river, but none on the land."
The idea of comparing the silent, thoughtful, excellent though she were, Mary Wallace, with Anneke could never have crossed my mind. Still, Mary Wallace certainly was a very charming girl.
Anneke replied, however, in a way to show that she thought the question natural for the circumstances, and not in the least out of place. "My grandfather's mother, and Mr. Bulstrode's grandfather, were brother and sister," was the quiet answer. "This makes us a sort of cousins, according to those Dutch notions which he so much despises, though I fancy it would not count for much at home."
Conceiving it useless to remonstrate with me any further, Jason proceeded forthwith to Anneke, with whom he begged permission to say a word in private.
Had our party been altogether composed of Albanians, there would probably have been no drawback on the enjoyment, for use would have prevented apprehension; but it required the few minutes I have mentioned to give Anneke and Mary Wallace full confidence in the ice.
Littlepage!" burst out of the rosy lips of Anneke, in a tone of voice that was not to be misunderstood. "Mr. Guert Ten Eyck!" exclaimed Mary Wallace, in an accent and manner that bespoke chagrin.
As for Mary Wallace, death itself could hardly have left her more colourless, or with features more firmly impressed with the expression of mental suffering. Anneke was the first to speak. "God be praised that this dreadful night is passed, and you and my dearest father are spared!" the precious girl said, with fervour, pressing the hand that had taken one of hers, in both her own.
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