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It was for her to take the responsibility upon herself; it was for her to make the move; it was, in short, for her to say that the engagement should be over. The very day that Mrs. Fenwick left her she wrote the letter, and Captain Marrable had it in his pocket when he went down to bid a last farewell to his father. It had been a sad, weary, tear-laden performance, the writing of that letter.

They were again down on the banks of the Lurwell, sitting together on a slope which had been made to support some hundred yards of a canal, where the river itself rippled down a slightly rapid fall. They were seated between the canal and the river, with their feet towards the latter, and Walter Marrable was just lighting a cigar.

Those are his very words, and they seem to be kinder than mine. Of course you have my love and my best wishes; but I do not know how to write as though I could rejoice with you. Your husband will always be dear to us, whoever he may be, if he be good to you. At present I feel very, very angry with Captain Marrable; as though I wish he had had his head blown off in battle.

till things should have arranged themselves a little. And it will be all for the best. She is a very nice, quiet, lady-like girl, and so great a favourite with her uncle, that should his son die before him, his great object in life will be her welfare. Walter Marrable, as her husband, would live at Dunripple, just as though the place were his own.

Picture...." Granny Marrable wavered in her indictment hoped perhaps that one of the ladies would catch her meaning and word her interpretation. Sister Nora understood, and was quite ready with one. "Oh yes, I see what you mean, Mrs. Marrable whether the old woman is the right sort of old woman for Dave. And it's very natural and quite right of you to wonder.

Barlow had been spoken of in the village more than once as a woundy chatterbox. The doctor glanced at Granny Marrable to see how she had taken the reference to her resemblance to Mrs. Prichard, but was just too late to see her face. She had turned to go into the house, and the only evidence he had that it had perturbed her at all was that she said good-night to no one.

Nothing more shall be said of Miss Marrable at present, as it is expedient, for the sake of the story, that the reader should fix his attention on Bullhampton till he find himself quite at home there.

Ruth went in to tell Granny Marrable it was her ladyship, as Dr. Nash came out. "I'm to blame, Lady Gwendolen," said he. "I'm to blame for being in too great a hurry. It was a blunder. But I can't pretend to be sorry I made it that's the truth!" "You mean that she isn't out of the wood?" "That kind of thing. She isn't." "Oh dear!" Gwen sank into a chair, looking white.

And, then, was he sure that it might not be possible for him at some future time to do as he was desired? "I meant to say that, as I was staying at Loring, of course I met her frequently. She is living with a certain old Miss Marrable, whom you will meet some day." "I have heard of her, but I don't suppose I ever shall meet her. I never go anywhere.

The old women are right in their views on this matter; and the young women, who on this point are not often refractory, are right also. Miss Marrable, who entertained a very strong opinion on the subject above-mentioned, was very unhappy when she was thus abruptly told by her own peculiar young woman that this second engagement had been broken off and sent to the winds.

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