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She went away to carry Clementina's message to Mrs. Milray, and her task was greatly eased by the increasing difficulty Mrs.
She had Maddalena bring her out early in the evening, and made her dress under her own eye and her French maid's, while Maddalena went back to comfort Mrs. Lander. "I hated to leave her," said Clementina. "I don't believe she's very well." "Isn't she always ill?" demanded Miss Milray. She embraced the girl again, as if once were not enough. "Clementina, if Mrs.
Milray away, to watch her ascent to the topmost seat of the towering coach, by means of the ladder held in place by two porters, and by help of the down-stretched hands of all the young men on the coach, Clementina opened the book at the mark she found in it, and began to read to Mr. Milray.
"But is it I don't know how to express it very well is it wo'th while?" Miss Milray looked at her as if she doubted the girl's sincerity.
"No. But I thought you said that it was my duty to do what I wished." "Well, yes. That is what I said," Miss Milray consented. "But I supposed that you knew already." "No," said Clementina, candidly, "I don't believe I do." "And what if you don't see him?" "I guess I shall have to wait till I do. The'e will be time enough." Miss Milray sighed, and then she laughed. "You ARE young!"
"Perhaps he wouldn't have thought of it," she said, in a final self-reproach, "if I hadn't put it into his head." "Well, then, I'm not sorry you put it into his head," cried Miss Milray. "Clementina, may I say what I think of Mr. Gregory's performance?" "Why, certainly, Miss Milray!"
Six years after Miss Milray parted with Clementina in Venice she found herself, towards the close of the summer, at Middlemount. She had definitely ceased to live in Florence, where she had meant to die, and had come home to close her eyes.
Milray acted to Clementina, in the ship, and we don't want to be beholden to any of her folks. I don't know as Clementina wants me to tell you just what it was, and I won't; but that's the long and sho't of it." "I'm sorry," the doctor said. "I've never met Mrs. Milray, but Miss Milray has such a pleasant house, and likes to get young people about her.
Clementina explained how this part of the Hinkle theory had failed, and then Miss Milray devolved upon the belief that he had run his tailor's bill or his shoemaker's. "They are delightful, those Russians, but they're born insolvent. I don't believe he's drowned himself. How," she broke off to ask, in a burlesque whisper, "is-the-old-tabby?"
"And why did you want to wait?" Clementina replied with a question of her own. "Miss Milray, what do you think about Mr. Gregory?" "Oh, you mustn't ask me that, my dear! I was afraid I had told you too plainly, the last time." "I don't mean about his letting me think he didn't ca'e for me, so long. But don't you think he wants to do what is right! Mr. Gregory, I mean."
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