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Updated: May 25, 2025
Across the table Netty was doing her best to make her uncle's guest happy, seeking to please him in a thousand ways, which need not be described. "I know," she was saying at that moment, in not too loud a voice, "that you dislike political women." Heaven knows how she knew it. "But I am afraid I must confess to taking a great interest in Poland. Not the sort of interest you would dislike, I hope.
Petersburg, and the snow had melted, except where it lay in gray heaps on either side of the garden walks. The trees were not budding yet, but the younger bark of the small branches was changing color. The first hidden movements of spring were assuredly astir, and Netty felt kindly towards all mankind. She wished at times that there were more people in Warsaw to be kind to.
But Netty was a pretty young woman, and the Squire's son was a pretty young man at that time, and wider-minded than his father, having no objection to little holdings; and he never took any proceedings against her. There was now a lull in the discourse, and soon the van descended the hill leading into the long straggling village.
And several offered to carry him, until Netty felt that he was quite a diadem in her crown, and a most honourable and distinguished appendage. "See," she whispered to Ben, in the height of her joy, "did you ever see anything like the fuss they're making over our Dan? Wasn't I right to bring him?"
Mangles, perceiving the situation, was coming forward with his hand in his pocket, when Kosmaroff took off his cap and hurried away. "No," said Netty, laying her hand on Mr. Mangle's arm, "do not give him anything. He was rather a superior man, and spoke a little English."
Yet, the thought of facing the miser's taunts at such a time filled him with unspeakable dread. And he could not tell her that Dick's arrest was imminent. "Have some food, dearest, and go afterward." "I couldn't eat. It would choke me," Mrs. Swinton said, rebelliously. Netty, hearing her mother's voice, came into the room, her eyes red with weeping. "You've heard, mother?" she cried, plaintively.
How did we contrive to get into this train? Bah!" He drew her closer to him, and kissed her forehead. She sat quietly, with her head on his shoulder, thinking very gravely. "I feel queerly to-day, little Netty," he began, after a short pause. "My nerves are all high-strung with the turn matters have taken." "How is it, papa? The headache?" she answered.
Miss Mangles was just putting down as the paper itself recorded the hot impressions of the moment, gathered after a walk down the Street of the Accursed. For they like their impressions served hot out West, and this is a generation that prefers vividness to accuracy. Netty found the street quite easily. It was a sunny morning, and many shoppers were abroad.
When in Warsaw he busied himself on behalf of the ladies, and went so far as to take Miss Mangles for a drive in his sleigh. To Netty he showed a hundred attentions. "I cannot understand," she said, "why everybody is so kind to me." "It is because you are so kind to everybody," he answered, with that air of appearing to mean more than he said, which he seemed to reserve for Netty.
"Oh yes quite a boy," replied Deulin, absently, as he looked back over his shoulder and saw Martin hurry into the flower-shop where he had first perceived Netty and the young prince talking together. "It is so sad that they are ruined if they are really ruined." "There is no doubt whatever about that," answered Deulin.
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