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I do think she gets more and more limp and unstarched as time goes on. "Is she better?" "What is the matter with her?" Amelia's eyes betrayed no artifice. "A catarrh, I understand." "Oh, you heard that from Miss Newton. The Newtons asked her for an assembly, and Mrs Crossland did not want to give up my Lady Milworth, so she sent word Hatty had a catarrh, I believe. It is all nonsense."
Hatty’s short reading in the Bible that evening was about the crucifixion of our Saviour, and as she prepared to lie down, she wondered how he could have borne such suffering without one murmur. Hatty had a perfect horror of pain. Her skin was thin and delicate, and even the grasp of a rough hand on her arm was sure to leave a bruise.
Bridget's red arms were up to the elbows in flour, making pies, and Hatty said she should like to help her. Bridget smiled at the idea of "helping" her. But she liked Hatty; so she tied a great check apron round her, tucked her curls behind her ears, and gave her a bit of paste, and a little cup-plate on which to make herself a pie.
"At all events, my red cheeks and my plough-boy appetite would scarcely distress her now," returned Hatty, rather bitterly. "Mr Crossland is coming for me I must go." And while she held my hand, I was amazed to hear a low whisper, in a voice of unutterable longing, "Cary, pray for me!" That horrid Mr Crossland came up and carried her off. Poor dear Hatty! I am sure something is wrong.
And I should say, from the expression of my Uncle Charles's face, that his recollections of my Lady Sophia Carlingford were not among the pleasantest he had. Hatty is growing much more like herself, with the pertness left out. She looks a great deal better, and can smile and laugh now; but her old sharp, bright ways are gone, and only show now and then, in a little flash, what she was once.
Was it really Cecilia's voice which said, "She is rather vain, certainly, poor thing!" "She is just as stuck-up as a peacock!" replied Hatty: "and 'tis all from living with Grandmamma at Carlisle she fancies herself ever so much better than we are, just because she learned French and dancing." "Well, if I had a sister, I would not say things of that sort about her," said Ephraim, bluntly.
There were times when I found Hatty trying, when she depressed me, and made me impatient. Indeed, Chrissy dear, we must remember that we are human, and not angels. None of us are free from blame; we have all failed in our turn.
"How are you to know you have found the right person, Aunt?" said Hatty, in her pert way. My Aunt Kezia looked round at her in her awful fashion. Then she said, gravely, "You will find, Hatty, you have always got the wrong one, unless you aim at the Highest Person of all." I heard Cecilia whisper to Mr Parmenter, "Oh, dear! is she going to preach a sermon?" and he hid a laugh under a yawn.
Why not engage rooms at the hotel in Glenwood village. Mother is so odd and peculiar in her ways of living, that I never can endure it," and again Mrs. Lincoln buried her face in the folds of her fine linen cambric, thinking there was never in the world a woman as wretched as herself. "Don't, Hatty, don't; it distresses me to see you feel thus.
'But, all the same, mother, Bessie will not be an old maid, she persisted, with such a funny little smile, and then she left off to please me." "How strange!" replied Bessie thoughtfully. "I must tell Richard that; he was so kind about Hatty. Mother, is it not nice to be able to tell some one all one's thoughts, and be sure of their interest? That is how I begin to feel about Richard.
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