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She isn't going across the sea let her go, I've taken my last look and said my last word;" and he covered up his face. Farmer Dodd drove on in silence, except that every now and then he gave an audible snivel, and whenever this occurred he always accommodated the mare with a smart cut reasonable! At Newborough they found Mr. Winchester.
"Very! but I'll send it over to-morrow early, and we will have him out." "Oh, yes, poor fellow! the very first thing in the morning." "Yes! the first thing after we are married." Soon after this Meadows bade Susan affectionately farewell, and rode off to Newborough to buy his gloves and some presents for his bride.
He took it, the ink was rusty, it was written twenty years ago; it was from his mother to her neighbor, Mrs. Meadows, then on a visit at Newborough, telling her how young John had fought for and protected her against a band of drunken ruffians, and how grateful she was. "And I do hope, dame, he will be as good friends with my lads when they are men as you and I have been this many a day."
"The sea is between her and George, and I am here, with time and opportunity on my side," said Meadows; and as these thoughts coursed through his heart, his gray nag, spurred by an unconscious heel, broke into a hand-gallop, and after an hour and a half hard riding they clattered into the town of Newborough.
"Of how much?" "Seven thousand pounds." "Come, that tallies with the old gentleman's account. Hum! where did you sleep last night, Mr. Meadows?" "At the 'King's Head' in Newborough, sir," replied Meadows, without any visible hesitation. "Well, that is curious, but I need not say I don't believe it is more than coincidence. Where is the old gentleman? Oh! give way there, and let him come here."
The habit of driving hard bargains is a good thing for teaching a man to suppress his feelings and feign indifference, yet the civil nonchalance with which Meadows, on his return from Newborough, walked into the Merton's parlor cost him no ordinary struggle. The farmer received him cordially Susan civilly, and with a somewhat feeble smile. The former soon engaged him in agricultural talk.
Kennard Lady Newborough and a score of others one could mention, are to be included among the Americans who have devoted their talents entirely to the conquering of the smartest of smart sets. Most of these have married titles, it is true, but titles are not essential, after all, where natural social gifts are possessed; Mrs. Sam Chauncey, for instance, is a case in point. Mrs.
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