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In a few minutes he felt a flutter of the heart, then a gentle sigh escaped from the blue lips; the eyelids quivered, and finally the child revived. "D'ye feel gettin' better, Emmie?" said the man, in a low, soft voice. A faint "yes" was all the reply. The seaman continued his efforts to instil warmth into the little frame. Presently the same question was repeated, and the child looking up, said
Allan was a long time making his choice; but at last it fell on our new vicar's daughter, Emily Sherbourne; for, three years after our marriage, Mr. Smedley had been attacked by sudden illness, which carried him off. How pleased I was when Allan told me that he and Emmie had settled it between them.
"Annie dear, if you wish to have a fortnight or more in town- " "Oh no, no, auntie, indeed!" "We could get on now without you. Or we would keep Emmie till the room is wanted; but I had far rather be alone than have the responsibility of Emmie." "No, no, indeed; I don't think Adrian would be good long with her. I had much rather stay -only Emmie did wish, and she hates the "
"It is coming, Emmie," she said presently; "do you remember in The Mill on the Floss, when Maggie Tulliver closed the golden gates of childhood behind her? I can almost see them swing; almost hear them clang; and I can't tell whether I am glad or sorry."
Land sakes! there's somebody at the door; and I expect I'm a perfect sight." She rubbed her face with her apron, thereby making it redder than ever, and hurried into the dining room. "Bos'n," said Captain Cy quickly, "you stay here in the kitchen." Emmie looked at him in surprised bewilderment, but she suppressed her curiosity concerning the identity of the person who had knocked, and obeyed.
The sick man looked at him narrowly, with oddly smiling eyes. 'That's it, is it? he replied. Matilda heard and understood. 'So that's your big idea, is it, my little man, she said to herself. She had always said of Hadrian that he had no proper respect for anybody or anything, that he was sly and common. She went down to the kitchen for a sotto voce confab with Emmie.
Howes wrote back that you was rich, and a sort of far-off relation of Mary's, and probably you would be glad to take the child to bring up. Said that she had some correspondence with you about Mary before. So I send Emmie to you. Somebody's got to take care of her and I can't afford it, though I would if I could, for she's a real nice child and some like her mother.
The husband was a big, burly, rough-and-ready Yorkshireman stout, somewhat pompous, about forty, with hair wearing bald on the forehead: the personification of the successful business man. "My dear Emmie," he said, in a loud voice, with a North Country accent, "the cooks have got to live. They've got to live like the rest of us. I can never persuade you that the hands must always be humoured.
'We like it much better oh, much better quieter, said Matilda Rockley. 'Oh, yes, assented Emmie Rockley, her sister. 'I'm sure you do, agreed the visitor. But whether the two Rockley girls really liked it better, or whether they only imagined they did, is a question.
Gaff turned on his heel as he hastily uttered these words, ran down the garden walk and disappeared, leaving Mrs Niven standing at the open door in a state of speechless amazement, with the unconscious Emmie in her arms and pressed, by reason of an irresistible impulse of motherly sympathy, to her bosom.
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