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Although the report spread by Betsy had collected a crowd opposite the house, still there was no attempt at violence. "I'm afraid that it's too late," said the young lady, turning from the window. "What a crowd! and how angry they seem to be! you must be hanged now!" "O no! I'll be mad I'll be anything, my dear Miss Dragwell."
There we must leave him, and follow the motions of the mischief-loving Miss Dragwell.
I'm feared they'll break in." "Go and tell them that Mrs Forster is too ill to be taken out of bed, and that she is out of her senses d'ye hear, Betsy, tell them all she is stark staring mad!" "Yes, I will, marm," replied Betsy, wiping her eyes as she left the room. Miss Dragwell walked to the window.
This last remark, always brought forward by Miss Dragwell, when she had a point to carry, induced Mrs Forster to hasten down stairs to the post-chaise, which she found already occupied by Mr Ramsden's servant. As soon as she entered, it was driven off with speed in the direction already communicated to the post-boy.
The trunk picked up at sea, being too cumbrous, was deposited with the articles of least value, in the charge of Mr Dragwell; the remainder was taken away by Newton, until he could find a more secure place for their deposit.
Fanny Dragwell had many good qualities, and many others which were rather doubtful. One of the latter had procured her more enemies than at her age she had any right to expect. It was what the French term "malice," which bears a very different signification from the same word in our own language.
"Yes, indeed," added Miss Dragwell, who heard the attack as she ascended the stairs, and took up the cause of Mrs Forster to obtain her confidence "yes, indeed, Mr Forster, see the consequences of your folly, your smoking, and your drinking. Pray leave the room, sir; I wonder how Mrs Forster can bear the sight of you!"
We shall leave the town of Overton to recover its quiet, for such a bustle had not occurred for many years, and Miss Dragwell to exult in the success of her plot, while we follow Mrs Forster to her new quarters.
Although the report spread by Betsy had collected a crowd opposite the house, still there was no attempt at violence. "I'm afraid that it's too late," said the young lady, turning from the window. "What a crowd! and how angry they seem to be! you must be hanged now!" "O no! I'll be mad I'll be anything, my dear Miss Dragwell."
Nicholas stated, and was about to throw in a detached word or two, by way of vindication, when a furious "Begone!" from his wife occasioned a precipitate retreat. "We have all been consulting about this sad business, my dear Mrs Forster," commenced Miss Dragwell; "and after much consideration have hit upon the only plan by which you may escape the penalty of the law.
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