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Minchin say that my mother took a malicious pleasure, at times, in wearing costumes that would have been most trying to beauty less radiant and youthful than hers, for the fun of seeing "poor Theresa" appear in a similar garb with less success. But Mrs. Minchin's tales had always a sting in them! Mrs. Buller received me very kindly.
And I'll tell you what" a sudden gleam lighting her face "I can help you with your French lessons." Lottie If Sara had been a different kind of child, the life she led at Miss Minchin's Select Seminary for the next few years would not have been at all good for her. She was treated more as if she were a distinguished guest at the establishment than as if she were a mere little girl.
Minchin's murder and his wife's arrest; but who, as might have been expected, were one and all from home. In the morning the order of his plans were somewhat altered. It was essential that he should have those circumstances at his fingers' ends, at least so far as they had transpired in open court.
It could have made no difference after Alexander Minchin's death; then why had be kept the fact so jealously to himself? And the dead man's painted eyes answered "Why?" with the bold and mocking stare his wife could not forget, a stare which at that moment assumed a new and sinister significance in her sight.
By that time every pupil from Lavinia Herbert, who was nearly thirteen and felt quite grown up, to Lottie Legh, who was only just four and the baby of the school had heard a great deal about her. They knew very certainly that she was Miss Minchin's show pupil and was considered a credit to the establishment.
"What!" cried Venn, below his breath; "do you mean to say you are a friend of Mrs. Minchin's, or whatever her name is now, and that you never heard of Severino?" "No," replied Langholm, his heart in an instantaneous flutter. "Who is he?" "The man she wanted to nurse the night her husband was murdered the cause of the final row between them! His name was kept out of the papers, but that's the man."
Sara thought of the garret and the day her ears were boxed, and of that other day, that dreadful, desolate day when she had been told that she belonged to nobody; that she had no home and no friends, and she kept her eyes fixed on Miss Minchin's face. "You know why I would not stay with you," she said.
She is going to be my friend when papa is gone. I want her to talk to about him." Miss Minchin's large, fishy smile became very flattering indeed. "What an original child!" she said. "What a darling little creature!" "Yes," said Captain Crewe, drawing Sara close. "She is a darling little creature. Take great care of her for me, Miss Minchin."
His yellow face was thin, and his eyes were hollow. He gave Sara a rather curious look it was as if she wakened in him some anxious interest. "You live next door?" he said. "Yes," answered Sara. "I live at Miss Minchin's." "She keeps a boarding-school?" "Yes," said Sara. "And you are one of her pupils?" Sara hesitated a moment. "I don't know exactly what I am," she replied.
Minchin's warm wish that the regiment had been ordered home three months sooner, when Mrs. Curling and the too numerous little Curlings would not have been entitled to intrude upon the ladies' cabin. And yet, strange to say, before we were half-way to England, Mrs. Minchin was friendly once more with all but the bride; and the bride was at enmity with every lady on board. The truth is, Mrs.
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