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Updated: June 21, 2025
"I'll be your partner if you like," said Kitty, with a sigh, "but look here, Mary, when is Mademoiselle Le Brun going into Hilchester?" "I did not know she was going at all," replied Mary; "do you want her to buy you anything'?" "I am not quite sure, but I'd like to see her before she goes." "Well, there she is, and there's the pony cart coming round.
Florence must suppose that her letter has got lost in the post. Let her suppose what she will, this money is mine." Having made these remarks under her breath, Bertha calmly tore poor Florence's letter into a thousand tiny fragments. These she scattered to the four winds, and then, humming a gay air to herself, proceeded on her way to Hilchester.
"Oh, I am in no mood to amuse myself; I must face my terrible position." "Ah, I see you have written a letter to your mother; shall I put it in the postbag for you?" "No, thank you; I mean to walk into Hilchester myself presently. I want to post that letter myself. I am anxious at not hearing from mother; she has never acknowledged my last postoffice order.
I mean to send her another to-day, and I want to post the letter myself." "Then I will walk into Hilchester with you after tea. We shall have plenty of time to get there and back before dark." "Thank you," said Florence; "that will do very well." "Now, then, read this. Put your essay away for the present. I can see by the expression on your face that you have a terrible headache."
She began to write, but had scarcely finished her letter before Bertha Keys, equipped for a walk, briskly entered the room. "I am going to Hilchester," she said; "have you any message, Florence?" "Oh, I should be so much obliged if you would post a letter for me," said Florence. "I will, with pleasure," replied Bertha. "Can you wait five minutes? I shall not be longer than that writing it."
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