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She was better, and she was enjoying, as old people learn to do, the chastened pleasure of recalling happy days in the scenes she was now revisiting. 'It is all wonderfully little changed, she wrote. 'I drive along the same roads, and walk slowly up and down the same terraces, where Lady Jacinth and I used to talk together by the hour in our light-hearted girlhood.
'I should like to see her; to be with her sometimes, said Jacinth, whose sobs had now calmed down into quiet crying. 'But I don't want once we go away to that place I don't want ever to see Robin Redbreast again. Ever since' and here she had to stop a moment 'ever since that first day when we passed it with Uncle Marmy, I have had a sort of feeling to this house a kind of presentiment.
'If I were rich, thought Jacinth, 'they're just the sort of people I'd love to be good to; of course one would have to do it very carefully, so as not to offend them. Frances was still looking somewhat lugubrious when the door opened and Miss Mildmay senior came in.
I have a fancy, she said to Jacinth, 'for going straight up to the house without being announced. It was a small and simple place; a balcony ran round the ground floor, and there in a long chair a deck chair a gentleman was half lying, half sitting, for the day was mild, and the house had a south exposure.
'Whatever she says about the matter at all must only be very slight and vague, said Mrs Mildmay. 'And, Jassie dear, you do feel kindly to them now? 'I want to feel whatever's right, Jacinth replied, and her tone was wonderfully humble. 'Then there is no need to enter into any explanations, said Mrs Mildmay.
They were still in deep mourning, for Miss Mildmay's ideas on such subjects were 'old-fashioned, and she quite recognised that the late Mrs Denison's memory should be treated with the fullest respect. But Jacinth sympathised with Frances's feelings. 'I was looking at our dark-gray frocks with Phebe the other day, she said. 'The ones we had new just before before our mourning.
I wonder how would be the best way to tell her? Jacinth will know she is so much cleverer than I, and then she is sure to be Lady Myrtle's favourite. I am glad she is, for in spite of what Bessie and Margaret say, I don't feel as if I could ever like that old lady.
Surely the Harpers might teach you to have that, however much mischief they have made in other ways. Frances stared at her, dumb with perplexity. 'What do you mean, Jacinth? she said at last. Jacinth for once lost her self-control. 'Do you not care for your own father and mother to get anything good? she said.
The last tenant was on the point of completing them when he left. He had a large family, and it was getting too small for them, but he unexpectedly came into a property elsewhere, and then my father gave me this place. There are some very nice rooms you have not seen. Have you been in the one where my old pensioners come for their dinner every Saturday? Jacinth shook her head.
But I was not to leave quite unattended. When I reached the canoe, I found Father Carheil talking to Singing Arrow. I was glad to see him. There was something that propped my pride and courage in his irritable, tender greeting. He pressed a vial into my hands. "It is confection of Jacinth. It has great virtue. Take it with you, my son." I knelt. "I would rather take your blessing, father."
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