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As for birth, my own family was too respectable, and my education had been too good, to leave me now any very keen regrets on such a subject, in a state of society like ours; but there was truly a wide chasm between the heiress of Mrs. Bradfort and a penniless mate of a ship.
Bradfort, no doubt, foresaw, inasmuch as his estate, added to just one-third of that of our dear departed cousin, would just make up the present income. On my honour, now, I do not think the difference would be $500 per annum." "And how does your sister receive your hints?" "Oh! famously just as all girls do, you know.
Bradfort for Lucy is very strong so strong, indeed, that she offered, last winter, openly to adopt her, and to keep her with her constantly. You know how true and warm-hearted a girl Lucy is, and how easy it is to love her." "This is all new to me why was not the offer accepted?" "Neither Mr. Hardinge nor Lucy would listen to it.
"I know so little of the parties, that I cannot speak with certainty in the matter, I admit, Captain Wallingford." "Well, but Sarah, dear," interposed the more exacting Jane, "you are making yourself unnecessarily ignorant. You very well know how intimate we are with the Greenes, and they know the Winters perfectly well, who are next-door neighbours to Mrs. Bradfort.
Bradfort joined, by the way was of a very different nature, however; proceeding from a desire to learn what lady Mr. Hardinge could possibly select, at such a moment. I never saw the old gentleman so confused before. He laughed, tried to dodge the appeal, fidgeted, and at last fairly blushed.
Bradfort was attached to her, and how good a woman she was; but not a syllable was said of the will. I was required, in my turn, to finish the narrative of my last voyage, which had not been completed at the theatre.
"That must be Lucy!" and I did not stop to pay my compliments to the strange gentleman, but almost leaped into the vessel's cabin. There was Lucy, sure enough, attended by a respectable-looking elderly black female, one of the half-dozen slaves that had become her's by the death of Mrs. Bradfort.
But I forgot I have supposed you to know what it is very likely you have never heard?" "I learned the death of Mrs. Bradfort while in Italy, and, seeing you in black, at once supposed it was for her." "Yes, that's just it. An excellent woman has been taken from us, and, had she been my own mother, I could not have received greater kindnesses from her.
"By the way, Captain Wallingford," cut in Jane, at one of Sarah's breathing intervals, that reminded me strongly of the colloquial Frenchman's "s'il crache il est perdu," "You know something of poor Mrs. Bradfort, I believe?" I assented by a bow. "It was just as we told you," cried Sarah, taking her revenge. "The poor woman is dead! and, no doubt, of that cancer.
Bradfort's fortune and position may have had their influence on two; but the others I think were quite sincere." "Mrs. Bradfort is quite in a high set, Grace altogether above what we have been accustomed to?" My sister coloured a little, and I could see she was not at her ease.
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