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Updated: May 23, 2025
She suggested that we the young girls should walk in the garden, while she had some conversation with Mrs. Gurrage and Augustus. Miss Hoad and I left the room. Her name is Amelia. She looked like a turkey's egg, just that yellowish white with freckles. "I hope you will be good to Gussie," she said, as we walked demurely along the path.
Perhaps there are numbers of nice people in this neighborhood, but they naturally don't trouble about us in our tiny cottage, and so we see practically nobody. Just as Miss Burton was leaving Mr. Gurrage rode up. He tried to open the gate with the end of his whip, but he could not, and would have had to dismount only Miss Burton rushed forward to open it for him.
What could it feel like, I wonder, to have on a white tulle dress and to dance all the evening. Would grandmamma ever let me? Oh! it made my heart beat. But suddenly a cold dash came I could not go with a person like Mrs. Gurrage. I would rather stay at home than that.
Gurrage flushed scarlet. "There! That's just you your high and mighty sentiments! And why, pray, shouldn't a mother watch over her son, even if his wife has not the spirit to?" I did not answer. "There! It's been so from the first. I thought you'd have been proud and glad to marry my Gussie you, as poor as a rat! I don't set no store by our wealth the Lord's doin', and Mr.
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