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Updated: June 17, 2025
Dinnett was too preoccupied with her own affairs to feel interest in Ernest's pleasant little experience. By nature pessimistic, original doubts, when she heard of Sabina's engagement, were now confirmed and she felt certain that her daughter would never become young Ironsyde's wife.
Dinnett has been called to Chilcombe, to see her old mother who is, I fear, going to die, and so Sabina, with her usual kindness, has spent her half-holiday at home to look after me. Sabina lives here. She is Mrs. Dinnett's daughter and one of the spinners at the mill. In fact, Mr. Best tells me she is his most accomplished spinner and has genius for the work.
It was done long ago. One hesitates to censure the dead, though I daresay, if we could hear them talking in another world, we should find they didn't feel nearly so nice about us and speak their minds quite plainly. We know plenty of people who must be criticising. But truth will out, and the truth is that Mary Dinnett planted evil thoughts and prejudices in Abel.
She refused to recognise Raymond, or receive from him any assistance in the education and nurture of his son. She had called him Abel, and as Abel Dinnett the lad was known. He resembled her in that he was dark and of an excitable and uneven temperament. He might be easily elated and as easily cast down.
We're all conventional people, which means, I suppose, that we fear God and keep the laws. But if my gentleman thinks " "Go and get the doctor, Mary. Two heads are better than one in a case of this sort. I feel sure you and Sabina are making a mistake." "The world shall ring," said Mrs. Dinnett, "and we'll see if he can show his face among honest men again.
But Mister Raymond have a very open countenance and ought to have a good heart." "What do you mean when you say he's a 'cure, Sarah?" asked her aunt. "He's that friendly with us girls," she answered. "He's supposed to be learning all there is to spinning, but he plays about half his time and you can't help laughing. He's so friendly as if he was one of us; but Sabina Dinnett is his pet.
"She must try and keep her nerve better. There was no reason why I should break promises. She ought to have waited for me to come to her." Mary Dinnett flamed again. "You can say that! And didn't she wait all the morning to see if you'd come to her and me?
She's very much distressed, and every reason to be, God knows; and she's not going to see you to-night." Raymond took it quietly and his restraint instantly alarmed Mrs. Dinnett. "It's not my fault, Mr. Ironsyde. But seeing how things are between you, she was cruel put about this afternoon, and she's got to think of herself if you can do things like that at such a moment."
The future is chequered by certain differences between my nephews, which have not yet been smoothed out; but I am sure that they will be; and meantime you need feel no fear of any inconvenience for Sabina. I am responsible." "I know all that," said Mrs. Dinnett, "and your name is in my prayers when I rise up and when I go to bed.
Ten years may only be recorded as lengthening the lives of Raymond Ironsyde, Sabina Dinnett and their son, together with those interested in them. Time, the supreme solvent, flows over existence, submerging here, lifting there, altering the relative attitudes of husband and wife, parent and child, friend and enemy. For no human relation is static.
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