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No glamour of pride, enthusiasm, or any sort of delightful hope mistified her imagination as to her real indifference towards Abbotsmead. When she reached the garden she sat down amongst the roses, and gazed at the beautiful old flower-woven walls that she had admired yesterday, and felt like a visitor growing weary of the place.
"I have only done by you as I would have done by any other man," replied the lawyer. "You came to me for legal advice, and I gave it freely." "Still, beyond that, you have acted as my disinterested friend," said Mr. Hardy; "and I cannot express my gratitude in terms sufficiently strong." The lawyer bowed low, and looked just a little mistified. A slight degree of uneasiness was felt by the client.
No less changed was the lady's countenance. Mrs. Todd was mistified. But she was not long in doubt. "A-hem! Mrs. Todd, we have come to to as friends mutual friends to ask you" The lady's voice broke down; but two or three "a-hems!" partially restored it, and she went on. "To ask why you refused to to speak to Mrs. Jones?" "Why I refused to speak to Mrs. Jones?" said Mrs. Todd, her cheek flushing.
"Nonsense, Arthur, don't be so absurd," said Lady Ashton tartly. "Indeed my dear Aunt, as I persuaded her to come I positively could not have her treated so unceremoniously," he replied. "Here Thomson," he called to the man who was about to take Archer to the stable, and the next moment he had handed the mistified Louisa into the chaise, leaving the astonished Lady Ashton crimson with rage.
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