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The way they encouraged me was by galloping till they picked me up, and then hammering along behind me like a troop of cavalry till it was all I could do to keep the pony from breaking. "You've got to win, Paddy," calls out Mrs. Harry Le Bretton, galloping up alongside, "you promised you would!" Mrs.
Graham did look: but this was not to be endured; I saw how it must end, so I thought it best to anticipate. "Dr. John," I said, "has had so much to do and think of, since he and I shook hands at our last parting in St. Ann's Street, that, while I readily found out Mr. Graham Bretton, some months ago, it never occurred to me as possible that he should recognise Lucy Snowe." "Lucy Snowe!
I became apprised of the return of M. de Bassompièrre and Paulina, after a few weeks' absence in Paris, by seeing them riding before me in a quiet boulevard with Dr. Bretton. How animated was Graham's face! How true, yet how retiring the joy it expressed! They parted. He passed me at speed, hardly feeling the earth he skimmed, and seeing nothing on either hand.
Beside him stood Hector with nose on the Curé's knee and great brown eyes looking into the kindly face of the old man. Madame Bretton hurried forward. "Why, Father!" she exclaimed. "Who would have thought of finding you here! Have you been waiting long?" "But a few minutes, my dear," was the answer.
Bretton, when she had read the letter. I wondered, too, and I took upon myself to communicate it.
Bretton and all of you listen: About five years ago, when I was twelve years old, he took it into his head that he was spoiling me; that I was growing unfitted for the world, and I don't know what, and nothing would serve or satisfy him, but I must go to school. I cried, and so on; but M. de Bassompierre proved hard-hearted, quite firm and flinty, and to school I went. What was the result?
Our pioneer proved strong and adroit; he opened the dense mass like a wedge; with patience and toil he at last bored through the flesh-and- blood rock so solid, hot, and suffocating and brought us to the fresh, freezing night. "You are an Englishman!" said he, turning shortly on Dr. Bretton, when we got into the street. "An Englishman. And I speak to a countryman?" was the reply. "Right.
Bretton saw himself live again in a son who inherited his looks and his disposition; he had stately daughters, too, like himself: these children he reared with a suave, yet a firm hand; they grew up according to inheritance and nurture.
Bretton fixed steadily on me, and at last she asked, "Tell me, Graham, of whom does this young lady remind you." "Dr. John has had so much to do and think of," said I, seeing how it must end, "that it never occurred to me as possible that he should recognise Lucy Snowe." "Lucy Snowe! I thought so! I knew it!" cried Mrs. Bretton, as she stepped across the hearth and kissed me.
Bretton, ask so many questions, take such an interest, but ". "Not at all strange; perfectly natural; you like him." "And if I did," said she, with slight quickness, "is that a reason why I should talk? I suppose you think me weak, like my cousin Ginevra?" "If I thought you one whit like Madame Ginevra, I would not sit here waiting for your communications.
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