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Which compliment, however, Constance received with hardly disguised scorn, and turned her attention again to Mr. Carleton. "I trust I do not need presentation," said his voice and his smile at once, as he presented himself to Fleda. How little he needed it the flash of feeling which met his eyes said sufficiently well.
"Ah, well!" said Fleda raising her head, "you have got quite a parcel of books, aunt Lucy, and I have a good many how well it is I have had so many given me since I have been here! That will make quite a nice little library, both together, and Hugh has some; I thought perhaps we shouldn't have one at all left, and that would have been rather bad." 'Rather bad'! Mrs.
And then, my dear Hugh, they must be sharpened at one end so as to fit where the chisel goes in. I am afraid I have given you a day's work of it. How sorry I am you must go to-morrow to the mill! and yet I am glad too." "Why need you go round yourself with these people?" said Hugh. "I don't see the sense of it." "They don't know where the trees are," said Fleda. "I am sure I do not. Do you?"
"You ha'n't lost no flesh," said Barby shaking hands with her anew. "What did they think of Queechy keep, down in York?" "I don't know I didn't ask them," said Fleda. "How goes the world with you, Barby?" "I'm mighty glad you are come home, Fleda," said Barby lowering her voice. "Why?" said Fleda in a like tone.
"I must respectfully beg an answer to my question." The silence made Fleda look up. "Don't you think that the rights of the weak ought to be on a perfect equality with those of the strong?" "The rights of the weak as such yes, my lord." The gentlemen smiled; the ladies looked rather puzzled. "I have no more to say, Mr. Carleton," said his lordship, "but that we must make an Englishwoman of her!"
"I was looking at Hugh," said Fleda, and her eye went back to the window. Mrs. Rossitur's followed it. The window gave them a view of the ground behind the house; and there was Hugh, just coming in with a large armful of heavy wood which he had been sawing. "He isn't strong enough to do that, aunt Lucy," said Fleda softly.
The delicate French rolls which were now always ready for her uncle's plate in the morning, had sometimes nothing to back them, unless the unfailing water-cress from the good little spring in the meadow. Fleda could not spare her eggs, for, perhaps, they might have nothing else to depend upon for dinner.
"Well, my dear, I shall be made happy by your company," said Florence abstractedly, examining her bouquet. "I am afraid it hasn't stem enough, Constance; never mind I'll fix it where is the end of this myrtle? I shall be very glad, of course, Fleda, my dear, but" picking her bouquet to pieces "I think it right to tell you, privately, I am afraid you will find it very stupid."
Carleton hoped, faintly, that Guy would come to reason by the next morning, and let Fleda go in the stage-coach with the rest of the people. But he was as unreasonable as ever, and stuck to his purpose. She had supposed, however, with Fleda, that the difference would be only an open vehicle and his company instead of a covered one and her own.
The devil!" "Why?" "Have you come to counting your dollars by the tens?" "We have counted our sixpences so a good while," said Hugh quietly. Charlton strode about the room again in much perturbation. Then came in Fleda, looking as bright as if dollars had been counted by the thousand, and bearing his boots. "What on earth did you do that for?" said he angrily. "I could have gone for them myself."
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