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Tinman, and also Mrs. Cavely, were on shore. "It's his furniture, poor man, he sticks to: and nothing gets round the heart so!" resumed Mrs. Crickledon. "There goes his bed-linen!"
"I am much obliged to you; I do not dine out at present," said the London lady. "Dear me! are you ill?" "No." "Nothing in the family, I hope?" "My family?" "I am sure, I beg pardon," said Mrs. Cavely, bridling with a spite pardonable by the severest moralist. "Can I speak to you alone?" she addressed Annette. Miss Fellingham rose. Mrs. Cavely confronted her. "I can't allow it; I can't think of it.
And then he sells me my house at an advanced price, and I buy, and then he votes against a penny for the protection of the shore! And we're in Winter again! As if he was not in my power!" "My dear Martin, to Elba we go, and soon, if you will govern your temper," said Mrs. Cavely. "You're an angel to let me speak of it so, and it's only that man that irritates you.
Mrs. Cavely promised she would do so. She informed her brother how little Jane had confided to her that they were called "close," and how little Jane had vowed she would the willing little thing! go about letting everybody know their kindness. "Yes! Ah!" Tinman inhaled the praise. "No, no; I don't want to be puffed," he said. "Remember cook.
I have," he continued, meditatively, "rarely found my plan fail. But mind, I give the Crickledons notice to quit to-morrow. They are a pest. Besides, I shall probably think of erecting villas." "How dreadful the wind is!" Mrs. Cavely exclaimed. "I would give that girl Annette one chance more. Try her by letter."
Young Fellingham's appointment to come to Elba had slipped Mr. Tinman's memory. It was annoying to see this intruder. "At all events, he's not with Annette," said Mrs. Cavely. "How long has her father to run on?" "Five months," Tinman replied. "He would have completed his term of service in five months." "And to think of his being a rich man because he deserted," Mrs. Cavely interjected. "Oh!
We can't all of us be lords, nor baronets." Catching up his temper thus cleverly, he curbed that habitual runaway, and retired from his old friend's presence to explode in the society of the solitary Martha. Annette's behaviour was as bitterly criticized by the sister as by the brother. "She has gone to those Fellingham people; and she may be thinking of jilting us," Mrs. Cavely said.
He is waiting at home to be told he may call on your father. Rank, dignity, wounded feelings, is nothing to him in comparison with friendship." Annette thought of the blow which had felled him, and spoke the truth of her heart in saying, "He is very generous." "You understand him." Mrs. Cavely pressed her hand. "We will both go to your dear father.
Cavely; was called on to interpose with her sweetest grace. "My native place," Tinman said to her; "it is my native place. I have a pride in it; I desire to own property in it, and your father opposes me. He opposes me. Then says I may have it back at auction price, after he has gone far to double the price! I have borne I repeat I have borne too much."
He designated the two principal roads by which poor sinners come to a conscience. His own would have slumbered but for discovery; and, as he remarked, if it had not been for his heart leading him to Tinman, he would not have fallen into that man's power. The arrival of a young lady of fashionable appearance at Elba was matter of cogitation to Mrs. Cavely.
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