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"You do not know?" asked the squire. "No; and besides I think perhaps we ought to consider poor Mrs. Goddard's position." "Mrs. Goddard's position!" exclaimed Mr. Juxon almost angrily. "And who should consider her position more than I, Mr. Ambrose? My dear sir, I consider her position before all things of course I do.
Ambrose and her husband to Goddard's room and telling her that Doctor Longstreet was expected in an hour, by which time he himself hoped to have returned, he left the two good people in charge of the sick man and went to see Mrs. Goddard.
"I planned to call at your house on my return from the Capitol, but now...." "Aunt Metoaca," Nancy smiled demurely as she extricated her hand from Goddard's eager clasp, "may I present Major Goddard? The major has most kindly offered to escort me to Winchester, as I told you last night." Miss Metoaca Newton inspected Goddard keenly as she returned his low bow. First impressions counted with her.
Goddard's; and a twelvemonth might pass without their being thrown together again, with any necessity, or even any power of speech. Human nature is so well disposed towards those who are in interesting situations, that a young person, who either marries or dies, is sure of being kindly spoken of.
"I am willing to assume all risks," he answered, a trifle unsteadily. "When can I know that you will go to Winchester?" Nancy hesitated, and her fingers strayed to a knot of blue ribbon pinned to her gown. Abstractedly she unfastened it, and Goddard's hand closed over the ribbon as she murmured: "Come and see my aunt to-morrow. Our address is 306 C Street."
The three came out into the road where the vicar and John stood still to meet them. "Mrs. Goddard," said the clergyman, "this is Mr. Short, of whom you have heard John, let me introduce you to Mr. Juxon." John felt that he blushed violently as he took Mrs. Goddard's hand. He would not have believed that he could feel so much embarrassed, and he hated himself for betraying it.
A great many more stopped in front of the gay pictures and gazed admiringly at Corporal Goddard's bright brass buttons and brilliant complexion, which they innocently attributed to exposure to the sun on long, weary marches. But no one came to offer himself in earnest.
"Miss Newton Nancy I mean every word I have said. Tell me that scoundrel's name!" Unconsciously Goddard raised his voice, and Miss Metoaca awoke from her slumbers, which had long exceeded the "forty winks." That limit existed only in her imagination. "Well, young people, are you hungry?" to attract Goddard's attention she prodded him with her umbrella. "Suppose we open our lunch basket."
Harriet Smith was the natural daughter of somebody. Somebody had placed her, several years back, at Mrs. Goddard's school, and somebody had lately raised her from the condition of scholar to that of parlour-boarder. This was all that was generally known of her history.
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