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The other girls must be pardoned for tittering, offensive as is the habit so common to their class, for the only being they knew by that name was one to whom the merest reference sets pit and gallery in a roar. Miss Kimble was shocked disgusted, she said afterwards; and until she learned that the clown was there uninvited, cherished a grudge against Mrs. Sclater.
He had heard of her tattle against Sir Gilbert, and thus rudely showed his resentment. Miss Kimble burst into tears. Ginevra kissed her, and said, "Never mind, dear Miss Kimble. You could not help it. The whole thing was arranged. We are going after my father, and we have the best horses." Mr. Torrie laughed outright. "A new kind of runaway marriage!" he cried.
He had put his hand in his pocket and found half-a-guinea, and, thrusting it into Silas's hand, he hurried out of the cottage to overtake Mr. Kimble. "Ah, I see it's not the same woman I saw," he said, as he came up. "It's a pretty little child: the old fellow seems to want to keep it; that's strange for a miser like him.
"Miss Galbraith!" said Miss Kimble, in the tone that indicates nostrils distended, "I am astonished at you! What an example to the school! I never knew you misbehave yourself before! Take your hand from this this very strange looking person's shoulder directly." Ginevra obeyed, but Gibbie stood as before.
To most of the company he must have looked very queer. Gibbie, indeed, was the only one who saw the real Donal. Miss Kimble and her pupils stared at the distorted reflexion of him in the spoon-bowl of their own elongated narrowness; Mrs. Sclater saw the possible gentleman through the loop-hole of a compliment he had paid her; and Mr.
Ginevra's face was rosy red, but it was now dusk, and the fire-light had friendly retainer-shadows about it. "He is not my cousin," she answered. "Why, Ginevra! you told me he was your cousin," said Miss Kimble, with keen moral reproach. "I beg your pardon; I never did," said Ginevra. "I must see your father instantly," cried Miss Kimble, rising in anger.
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