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Confessing that she had frightened her servant by a description of sorcery, as it was practiced among the slaves on her father's estate, she only lied again, in declaring that Mrs. Ellmother had supposed she was in earnest, when she was guilty of no more serious offense than playing a practical joke. In this case, Alban was necessarily in a position to detect the falsehood.
Ellmother suggested that it might be as well to read the letter first and then to form an opinion. Emily read it. "Lasswade, near Edinburgh, Sept. 26th. "HONORED MISS I take up my pen to bespeak your kind sympathy for my husband and myself; two old people thrown on the world again by the death of our excellent master. We are under a month's notice to leave Redwood Hall.
Was it by accident, my dear? or did a person tell you?" Emily's mind was far away from Mrs. Ellmother. She rose from the sofa, with her hands held fast over her aching heart. "The one duty of my life," she said "I am thinking of the one duty of my life. Look! I am calm now; I am resigned to my hard lot. Never, never again, can the dear memory of my father be what it was!
"Where can I see you, when you go to London?" she asked. "At Doctor Allday's house." "On what day?" "On Tuesday next." Alban reached London early enough in the afternoon to find the doctor at his luncheon. "Too late to see Mrs. Ellmother," he announced. "Sit down and have something to eat." "Has she left any message for me?" "A message, my good friend, that you won't like to hear.
You and Emily may expect to have me as a near neighbor. Where is Emily?" "Far away in the North." "In the North! You don't mean that she has gone back to Mrs. Delvin?" "She has gone back with Mrs. Ellmother to take care of her at my express request. You know what Emily is, when there is an act of mercy to be done. Mrs.
Would you mind writing to tell me of it, if Miss de Sor leaves the school again? Good Lord! there she is on the platform with bag and baggage. Don't let her see me, Mr. Morris! If she comes in here, I shall set the marks of my ten finger-nails on that false face of hers, as sure as I am a Christian woman." Alban placed himself at the door, so as to hide Mrs. Ellmother.
"With my whole heart if she would give me the opportunity!" "We won't pursue the subject, Mr. Morris. I am told by Mrs. Ellmother that you have something to say to me. What is it?" "I have to ask you," Alban replied, "to let me resign my situation at Netherwoods." Miss Ladd was not only surprised; she was also a very rare thing with her inclined to be suspicious.
"He'll come round, directly," Mrs. Ellmother remarked. "Your aunt was sometimes taken with these swoons, miss; and I know something about them. He looks a poor weak creature, in spite of his big beard. Has anything frightened him?" Emily little knew how correctly that chance guess had hit on the truth! "Nothing can possibly have frightened him," she replied; "I am afraid he is in bad health.
Are you quite sure," Francine inquired jocosely, "that you can answer for yourself, in that particular?" This effort of humor produced its intended effect. Mrs. Ellmother, thrown off her guard, actually smiled. "Lord, miss, what will you say next!" "My good soul, I will say something next that is more to the purpose.
Ellmother has written something on it." She had written these words: "No discoveries made by Mr. Mirabel, up to this time. Sir Jervis Redwood is dead. The Rooks are believed to be in Scotland; and Miss Emily, if need be, is to help the parson to find them. No news of Miss Jethro." "Now you have got your information," Doctor Allday resumed, "let me have a look at you.
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