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He was safe, Miss Rasmith philosophized, but whether other people were so safe was a different question. There were girls who were said to be dying for him; but of course those things were always said about a handsome young minister. She had frankly taken him on his own ground, from the beginning, and she believed that this was what he liked.
He had made an overture to its renewal in the book he lent her, and then Mrs. Rasmith and her daughter had appeared on deck, and borne down upon him when he was walking with Lottie Kenton and trying to begin his self-retrieval through her.
And I give you credit for having been more delicate than I've been." "You don't mean you've been trying to find it out!" "Ah, now I'm not sure about the superior delicacy!" "Oh, how good!" said Miss Rasmith. "What a pity you should be wasted in a calling that limits you so much." "You call it limiting? I didn't know but I had gone too far." "Not at all!
Breckon would not say that some such revelation had been made to him, and in the absence of an answer from him Miss Rasmith asked, "Is she cultivated, too?" "Too?" "Like her mother." "Oh! I should say she had read a good dial. And she's bookish, yes, in a simple-hearted kind of way."
"Something terribly cutting, I'm afraid. But don't you! From you I don't want to believe I deserve it, no matter what Miss Rasmith said me." "Oh, she didn't say anything very bad. Unless you mind being a universal favorite." "Well, it makes a man out rather silly." "But you can't help that." "Now you remind me of Miss Lottie again!" "But I didn't mean that," said Ellen, blushing and laughing.
She left the two youngsters confronted. "What do you say to a lemon-squash?" asked Mr. Pogis, respecting his friend's wounded dignity, and ignoring Lottie and her offence. "I don't care if I do," said Boyne in gloomy acquiescence. Few witnesses of the fact that Julia Rasmith and her mother had found themselves on the same steamer with the Rev.
Rasmith said she did not know what they should do without Boyne, and Miss Rasmith put her arm across his shoulders and pulled him up to her, and implored, "Oh, give him to me, Mrs. Kenton!" Boyne stole an ashamed look at his mother, and his father said, with an unbending to Breckon which must have been the effect of severe expostulation from Mrs.
I wish you'd tell me what he would think." "But I don't know what it is," she protested, with a reflected smile. "I was in hopes Miss Rasmith might have told you. Well, it is simply this, and you will see that I'm not quite the universal favorite she's been making you fancy me.
Julia did not look it, in the demure regard which she bent upon her amusing mother, and Breckon persisted in refusing. He said he thought he might safely leave them to Boyne, and Mrs. Rasmith said into her handkerchief, "Oh yes! Boyne!" and pressed Boyne's sleeve with her knobbed and jewelled fingers.
"Not that it's any use," she sighed, when she had seen him share it with a certain shamefacedness. "That woman has got her grip on him, and she doesn't mean to let go." Kenton understood Miss Rasmith by that woman; but he would not allow himself to be so easily cast down. This was one of the things that provoked Mrs.
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