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And as the best way to defend you, I mean immediately to leave Avonsbridge perhaps for personal reasons also, discretion being the better part of valor, and you being so confoundedly like an angel still. Good-by. Yours truly," "Edwin Uniacke" A strange "love-letter" certainly, yet not an ill one, and one which it was better to have received than not.
But, under shadow of these advantages, no doubt he could easily get into society again, even at Avonsbridge, and would soon be met every where.
Miss Gascoigne might say what she would all Avonsbridge might say what it would she would never open her lips more. Grey walked in. "Oh, husband! save me from her save me save me!" she shrieked again and again. And without one thought except that he was there her one protector, defender, and stay she sprang to him, and clung desperately to his breast.
Grey; and, taking up the pen, he added, "Edward Oakley, Esq., late organist of Saint Bede's." It was the last earthly memento of one who, born a gentleman and a genius, had so lived, that, as all Avonsbridge well knew, the greatest blessing which could have happened to his daughter was his death.
But Miss Oakley if she thought about the matter at all ascribed it to a fact well recognized in Avonsbridge, as in most University towns, that one might as soon expect the skies to fall as for a college lady to cross, save for purely business purposes, the threshold of a High Street tradesman. The same cause, she concluded, made them absent from her wedding; and when Dr.
Miss Oakley, like the rest of Avonsbridge, had long-known Dr. However, the sharpest insinuations ever made against their domestic bliss were that she visited a good deal, while he was deeply absorbed in his studies. And when, after a good many childless years, she brought him a girl and boy, he became excessively fond of his children.
This was a lie a little white lie; one of those small exaggerations of which people make no account; but Christian believed it, and it seemed to wrap her round as with a cold mist of fear. All Avonsbridge talking of her her, Dr. Grey's wife, who had his honor as well as her own in her keeping talking about herself and Sir Edwin Uniacke!
"Yes." said Arthur, all eyes and ears. "I live there, but I am always coming over to Avonsbridge. Do what I will, I can not keep away." The tone, the glance across the child, were unmistakable. Christian rose, her momentary stupefaction gone. "Come, Arthur, papa will be waiting dinner. We never keep papa waiting, you know." Simple as the words were, they expressed volumes.
Avonsbridge lay still deep in February snow, for it was the severest winter which had been known there for many years.
She was thinking to herself how pretty Avonsbridge was in its June dress of freshest green, how quietly and innocently life passed under shadow of these college walls, and how could any one have the heart to make it otherwise? She would not after today. She would cease to vex herself, or let her husband vex himself about Miss Gascoigne.
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