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Updated: June 20, 2025
I am sure I like Mr Crossland little enough; but I felt almost sorry for him as I listened to the girl who professed to love him. Meanwhile, Grandmamma and Mrs Newton were lamenting over the news as I supposed: but when I began to listen, I found all that was over and done with.
Mr Crossland?" "Yes. He is a Jesuit priest." "You mean his mother, then, by `the Mother'?" "Oh, she is not his mother. I don't think they are related." "What is she?" "The Abbess of a convent of English nuns at Bruges." "And is that poor little girl, Miss Annabella, one of the conspirators?" "She is the decoy. I think her wits have been terrified out of her; she only does as she is told."
It seems that Mr Crossland was pretending to make court to her at first, and she believed in him, and loved him. At that time, she says, she would not have brooked a word against him; and as to believing him to be the wretch he has turned out, she would as soon have thought the sun created darkness. There was no show of Popery at all in the family.
His face shone with delight, his eyes glistened with joyful tears. "Bless the Lord," said he, "I'm a King's Son, and one of a royal line. Ah, and there are hosts maar in th' family besides me. Let's see," said he, "there's Jonathan Cheetham, King's Son; there's James Crossland, King's Son; there's James Carter, King's Son; Glory! there's Mary Carter, King's Son. Hallelujah!"
But just then I saw a good-looking young man join them, and offer his arm to Hatty for a walk round the room; and it flashed on me directly that this was young Mr Crossland, and that he was a friend of Mr I mean Sir Anthony Parmenter. When we were undressing that night, I said, "Annas, can a person do anything to make the world better?" "What person?" asked she, and smiled. "Well, say me.
"Mr Crossland, will you have the goodness to leave my sister to me?" If looks had power to kill, I think I should never have spoken again in this world. Mr Crossland turned on his heel, and walked out of the room without another word. Then I went back to Hatty. "My poor darling, what have they done to you?" Somehow, I felt as if I were older than she that day. But she could not tell me at first.
"She is well enough, for aught I know." "I thought she had a bad catarrh?" said I. "Didn't know she had one. She is going to my Lady Milworth's assembly with Mrs Crossland." I felt more sure of ill-play than ever, but to Charlotte I said no more. The next person whom I pinned to the wall was Amelia.
Most of our old Sarawak friends had either died or gone away when we returned in '61, but the mission grew more and more interesting as Christian Churches sprang up on the Dyak rivers. Four new missionaries came out soon after our arrival. Mr. and Mrs. Abè, Mr. Zehnder, Mr. Mesney, and Mr. Crossland, the two latter from St.
I could not pray for her! Nor did I think there would be a bit of good in praying for Hatty. And yet if she were getting drawn into Cecilia's toils if that young Mr Crossland were not a good man I might pray for her to be kept safe. I thought I would try it. But when I began to pray for Hatty, it seemed unkind to leave out Fanny and Sophy.
I wish something pleasant would happen. The only thing I can think of to do is to go in a chair to visit Hatty and the Bracewells, and I am afraid that would be something unpleasant. I have not spoken to Mr Crossland, but I do not like the look of him; and Mrs Crossland is a stranger, and I am tired of strangers. They so seldom seem to turn out pleasant people.
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