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PARSON. "Brought together!" MRS. DALE. "You do snap up one so, my dear; I mean if I could make a match of it." PARSON. "I think Riccabocca is a match already, not only for Jemima, but yourself into the bargain." "Well, we shall see. Was not Jemima's fortune about L4000?" "Ay ay I dare say." MRS. DALE. "And she must have saved! I dare say it is nearly L6000 by this time; eh!
The tones and gestures which had so often startled her by their familiarity; the vague feeling that, at some time, she must have known this young girl before; the growing resemblance evident to Miss Jemima's eyes, at least of the young secretary to "Cobbler" Horn these things, which, with many kindred signs, Miss Jemima had hidden in her heart, had their explanation in the discovery which had just been made.
The next minute the tired girl lay swooning on the grass. It was an outlet for Jemima's fierce energy.
The hot colour flushed up into Jemima's sallow face as she became aware that, even while she acknowledged these excellences on Mrs Denbigh's part, she hated her. The recollection of her marble face wearied her even to sickness; the tones of her low voice were irritating from their very softness.
There was something of homely tenderness in Mrs Bradshaw's tone that touched Jemima's heart. She went to her mother, and kissed her with more of affection than she had shown to any one for weeks before; and the kiss was returned with warm fondness. "I think you love me, mother," said Jemima. "We all love you, dear, if you would but think so.
Fitz, don't you remember me? Dennis Haggarty of the 120th? Leamington, you know? Molloy, my boy, hould your tongue, and stop your screeching, and Jemima's too; d'ye hear? Well, it does good to sore eyes to see an old face. How fat you're grown, Fitz; and were ye ever in Ireland before? and a'n't ye delighted with it? Confess, now, isn't it beautiful?"
And so they went on; Jemima's face glowing with sympathy in all Mr Farquhar said; till once, on looking up suddenly with sparkling eyes, she saw a glance of her father's which told her, as plain as words could say, that he was watching the effect of Mr Farquhar's speeches upon his daughter.
"Well, my dear," he replied, "a young in fact, a young lady." Up went Miss Jemima's hands. "Thomas!" "Yes, Jemima; such is the minister's suggestion." Miss Jemima, who had resumed her work, proceeded to dig out the eye of a potato with unwonted prodigality. "Mr.
Perhaps it might be from the over- tenderness and clemency of Miss Jemima's nature; perhaps it might be that as yet she had only experienced the villany of man born and reared in these cold northern climates, and in the land of Petrarch and Romeo, of the citron and myrtle, there was reason to expect that the native monster would be more amenable to gentle influences, less obstinately hardened in his iniquities.
"This Tennessee mud sticks closer'n a $500 mortgage to a 40-acre tract," sighed Si, as he stopped beating and brushing his blouse and pantaloons. "Or, "'Aunt Jemima's plaster, "The more you try to pull it off the more it sticks the faster." hummed Shorty, with what breath he had left from his violent exercise.
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