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"But I am sure all the same we shall be very good friends," said Mr. Denvers. "May I give you a glass of wine?" "Wine! Bless you, I'm a teetotaller," said Kitty. "Why, it isn't habits of intoxication you'll be putting into me. I never take anything but water, or milk when I can get it; and it isn't Miss Malone you're going to call me is it, for if it is I tell you frankly that I'll die entirely.
"I suppose I shall have to resign myself, and get a companion. I shall hate it, and so will the companion, but " "Think so?" said Lord Ronald. He laid his hand quietly on her knee. "Mrs. Denvers," he said, "I am afraid you thought me awfully impertinent when I suggested your marrying me the other day. It wasn't very ingenious of me, I admit. But what can you expect from a nonentity?
Denvers, "for we must soon hurry off to school. Miss Sherrard will want to see us immediately after prayers." Kitty seated herself, but she had little appetite for her food. "Why don't you eat?" said Fred, who sat next to her. "Let me help you to some of this porridge; it's jolly well done this morning, and you always like it, don't you?"
He was positively characterless, so Beryl Denvers told herself a dozen times a day. How could she possibly marry any one so neutral? And yet in his amiable, exasperatingly placid fashion he had for some time been laying siege to her affections.
He sat on his favourite perch, the music-stool, and swung himself gently to and fro while he mildly upheld the virtues of the instrument she had slighted. "I was asked to perform at a smoker the other night at the barracks," he said. "The men seemed to enjoy it immensely." "Soldiers like anything noisy," said Beryl Denvers scathingly. And then because he had no retort ready her heart smote her.
"Oh, dear me, I am hungry! Do you mind handing me over the potatoes? Why, you don't mean to say you peel 'em. I never heard of such a thing! Why don't you have them in their jackets?" "Potatoes are generally mashed or peeled or something of that sort in England," said Mr. Denvers. "I see, Kitty " he added. "Ah! bless you now for calling me that! What is it you want to say, dear Mr. Denvers?"
Dacre, you know, married young Denvers' sister the girl who is now Monck's wife. Dacre was killed on his honeymoon only a fortnight after the wedding. You remember that, Burton?" He turned abruptly to the Major who had entered while he was speaking. Burton came to a stand at the table. His eyes were set very close together, and they glittered meanly as he made reply.
There was no help for it; Kitty Malone must accompany her. They soon found themselves back again at the Denvers' house. Mr. and Mrs. Denvers were out, but Miss Worrick inquired for Alice. "Ask Miss Alice to come to me immediately," she said to the servant. The girl looked pityingly at Kitty, who was a prime favorite with her, and then went away to fulfill her errand.
Let us both go to Miss Sherrard this morning, and tell her that it is all no use; Kitty Malone was born wild, and wild she will remain to the end of the chapter. Let me go home; please let me go home." "My poor child, I must not yield to you," said Mrs. Denvers. "You have been sent to us to be made " "Oh, don't begin it," cried Kitty.
I was astonished, for I thought she meant cleverness, and I have always been told that I am a dunce; she said that she knew I had good abilities, and that besides I had plenty of other talents nice dress, and good looks." Kitty colored and flashed a half-defiant, half-roguish glance at Mrs. Denvers. "She also spoke about my money as a talent.
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