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"Poor, dear, dear Susan!" "Susan behaved like an angel; and when I broached it to her, I thought she was calm; and I am sure she prayed with her whole heart that both might be happy." "I'm sure she did. What is to be done? I understand it all now. Dear me, dear me! a sad piece of work indeed." And Mrs. Fielden abstractedly picked up the scissors. "It was not till our coming to town, and Mr.
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But then, that Fielden, rather a puzzler that! Yet no. Now I understand, old Ardworth gave the boy to Mrs. Joplin, and took it away from her again when he went to the parson's. Now, certainly, it may be quite necessary to prove, first, that the boy he took from Mr. Braddell's he gave to Mrs. Joplin; secondly, that the boy he left with Mr.
Fielden was as anxious and fond as most fathers, he grew a little impatient before comforters, kerchiefs, and muffettees were arranged, and minute exordiums as to the danger of crossing the street, and the risk of patting strange dogs, etc., were half-way concluded; with a shrug and a smile, he at length fairly pushed out the children, shut the door, and drew his chair close to his wife's.
"Because, perhaps, then she felt that she had a fortune to bestow on Mr. Mainwaring, and thought all obstacle was over." "Why, how clever you are! How did you get at her thoughts?" "My own folly, my own rash folly," almost groaned Mr. Fielden. "For not guessing that Mr.
Upon these sums Varney had lived very pleasantly, and he saw with a deep sigh the approaching failure of so facile a resource. In one of the melancholy moods engendered by this reflection, Varney happened to be in the very town in France in which the Mainwarings, in their later years, had taken refuge, and from which Helen had been removed to the roof of Mr. Fielden.
Fielden, rather petulantly. "There's the fair, my dear, more in your way, I see, than Sir William Temple's philosophy." And Helen was right; the fair was no Eastern bazaar, but how delighted that young, impressionable mind was, notwithstanding, delighted with the swings and the roundabouts, the shows, the booths, even down to the gilt gingerbread kings and queens!
Fielden, who had watched, as one spellbound, Lucretia's movements, and, without hearing what had passed, had the full foreboding of what would ensue, but had not stirred till Lucretia herself terminated the suspense and broke the charm of her awe, before she spoke, Mrs.
Lucretia then, still without apparent emotion, raised to the good man's face deep, penetrating, but unrevealing eyes, and said slowly, "Is my sister like my mother, who, they say, was handsome?" Much startled by this question, Fielden answered: "I never saw your mother, my dear; but your sister gives promise of more than common comeliness." Lucretia's brows grew slightly compressed.
After such an interview both would have new fortitude, each would unite in encouraging the other in the only step left to honour. And this desire he urged upon Fielden with all the eloquence of passionate grief as he entreated him to permit and procure one last conference with Susan. But this, the plain sense and straightforward conscience of the good man long refused.
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