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'Isn't Davies, Pennycoed, that you used to tell us was once a lover of yours, a widower? continued Owen. 'Well, Owen, said Mrs Jenkins, not displeased, 'you are always for jokes, but I do mean never to marry again. 'Don't make any rash vows; a young woman like you! Here Netta having dried her eyes, joined the party, and shortly after Mr Prothero's voice was heard.
There, beneath the moonlight, she recognised her master, and falling down on her knees before him, clasped her hands, but uttered no word. Where was Mr Prothero's ready-prepared lecture on ingratitude? Where were the questions about Owen? Where was the passion of the previous day? He could not tell. He only knew that he raised the poor kneeling girl kindly, almost tenderly.
I only knew of you, that you were an Irish girl escaping from poverty in Ireland, to find some Welsh friends, whose address even you did not know. But for your evident truthfulness, the very story must have been doubted. When I saw you at Mr Prothero's, I took you for his daughter; since I have looked upon you as one of our family, an orphan to be pitied and loved.
As he himself said, he had not known what an idol he had made of his girl until she was gone from him. Rowland and his mother were talking of Netta. It was Mrs Prothero's one theme when alone with him or Gladys.
The latter was dressed in strict racing costume, and had at the last races at Cawnpore won two or three cups for the Rajah. But the general opinion among the officers of the station was that Prothero's coolness and nerve would tell.
We are obliged to commit dozens of them as vagrants, and I should not at all wonder if we should not be compelled to have you taken up some day for harbouring suspicious characters. The tears stood in Mrs Prothero's kind eyes. She had not much authority amongst the young people apparently. 'There, mother! I knew Miss Gwynne would agree with me.
Something in his bearing put a question into Prothero's mind. "Benham," he asked, "have you ever driven before?" "NEVER," said Benham. "Well?" "I'm going to now." Something between pleasure and alarm came into Prothero's eyes. He quickened his pace so as to get alongside his friend and scrutinize his pale determination. "Why are you doing this?" he asked. "I want to do it."
Even the blaze that was kindled at the incursion of the Irish girl, had well-nigh gone out, and Mr Prothero had nearly forgotten her existence. She, meanwhile, was slowly recovering under Mrs Prothero's kind care. One day, that good woman was sitting with her in the little room that had been allotted to her, and said, 'Is there anything you could think of that would amuse you, my dear?
Happily, the day fixed for this general rejoicing was during Mrs Prothero's convalescence, and before Rowland's return to London, so that most of the members of the Prothero family could be present.
She was the first pretty girl that I saw after I came from Australia. And I have gone on loving her better and better ever since. 'The worst of it is, that it is mutual, said Miss Gwynne. 'I wonder whether it is on your account or Owen Prothero's that she has refused all the London swains who are dying for her. Mrs Jones and Freda were soon hard at work arranging rooms.
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