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If I can help others to be happier, surely my time cannot be quite wasted; and I may the easier render my final account." "Ah, that's a perplexing question our final settlement for the deeds of this life." I looked my surprise at his tone of voice. "You have not learned yet, Medoline, to doubt. Very well, never begin.
"Yes, I know," I said unthinkingly; "but a man like Mr. Winthrop is foolish to let a woman like Mrs. Le Grande embitter his life." "Medoline, where did you hear of Mrs. Le Grande?" she asked sharply. My face crimsoned guiltily, but I remained silent. "Was it Mrs. Blake, or any of the Mill Road people told you?" "No, indeed. I have told you before they never gossip about him."
It was his hope you would never hear the disgraceful story. His special command if you did that I must tell him directly. I promised to do so and I must fulfill that promise, but at a cost, Medoline, that I dare not think of." "Will you go directly then? Maybe this is my last day at Oaklands. I shall not stay here to suffer his contempt and displeasure."
"I say, Winthrop, this is really clever for one so young." Mr. Winthrop took the book and turned over the leaves. "You have reason to be proud, Medoline, that one of our severest art critics has pronounced favorably on your work. Perhaps the being remembered on Christmas morning has made him blind to its faults." "I find Mr.
"Then it was well worth all the weariness and pain I endured to have you say this; but have you fully forgiven me, Mr. Winthrop, and may we take up our friendship as before?" "Must we take it up as before, Medoline? I have found I cannot be satisfied with your friendship only?" "I do not understand you." "You drove me away, and you have forced me to return must I leave again?
"It is quite profitable, chaperoning young ladies, you will find;" he said, dryly. "But, Medoline does not wish to keep hers. She acted quite strangely about it; and insists that I must ask you, if she shall keep it." "Mr. Bovyer would feel aggrieved if we returned his present. I think you must keep it," he said, turning to me.
"Was it any of our own friends, the Carters, or Flemings? I know they are vulgarly inclined, for all they are in good society." "It was none of these, nor any one you have seen for a good many years, that told me what I know." "You must tell me, Medoline, who told you. It is the first time I have tried to force your confidence." "But I have promised not to tell you." "Had you met Mrs.
His words frightened me; for how could I ever fulfill his expectations? He read my face. "Are you sure, Medoline, you love me as I want to be loved by my wife? Have you gained your woman's heart with its full capacity for love or suffering, or are you still only a child?" "I could die for you, Mr.
Sometimes I try to make myself believe God has given you to me, instead of my own little Medoline." "Had you a daughter once?" "Yes; and, like yourself, named after your own dear mother." "Oh, Mrs. Flaxman, and you never told me. Was she grown up like me?"
He went directly to his study, leaving Mrs. Flaxman and myself to the cheerful quiet of our fireside. She turned to me saying, "Tell me all about your blind friend, Medoline. How you first got to know him, and what he is like." I very gladly gave her as full a picture as I was able of the Larkums and Mr. Bowen, their poverty and his goodness included.
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