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Ringfield left!" exclaimed Mrs. Abercorn, much as if she were marshalling people in to dinner. "Yes, yes you shall go for her, poor thing, but probably she deserves it; living on your charity, I hear, Mr. Poussette, and the other woman too; shocking, I call it! And belonging to quite an old family, quite old, I believe."
Ignace with us this afternoon, and I have no doubt that he is already as anxious as the rest of you for a share of the good things we see here before us, so I am going to ask him to say ah Grace, then we can fall to. Mr. Ringfield, will you be kind enough to ask the blessing?"
The girl was a pretty dark-haired slip of fifteen or so, with the light manner and the gay laugh you may have noticed, gay but empty, and could give no account of herself; the child not as bad as she has since grown to be, but already strange looking, and some thought as stupid as the girl." An exclamation of dismay escaped from Ringfield. "Better if it had been!" he cried.
"Do not, please," broke in Ringfield, pushing back his chair so loudly that she was obliged to beg more caution, "use that tone to me. Twenty-six is not so very young. I should have spoken and felt as I feel and as I speak when I was twenty. So Poussette is added to your list of admirers! Will it be Father Rielle himself next, I wonder? Oh, Miss Clairville I was right!
Snow was again on the ground, every twig encased in a round tube of glassy ice through which showed the grey, brown, or black stem, for a wonderful glissade had followed the milder weather. The pendent branches were freighted with soft, white tufts and cushions, and just as Miss Clairville met Ringfield, under his heavier tread there broke a large arm of larch stretched across the path.
I'm 'stonished." He leant forward and bent his elbows on the table; the papers fluttered in all directions, but he had forgotten about them. His gaze wide, blue and choleric was alternately bent on Ringfield and on the tumbler. The minister went pale, his heart beat spasmodically and his fingers curled and tingled.
The truth was, Ringfield had exhibited a want of tact in expatiating in an eloquent prayer on things better left alone, from the village point of view.
This statement and the other predictions concerning Ringfield were verified in course of time, for without seeing Pauline again he made instant preparation for the solemn and extraordinary step which closed his career in the world as we know it. Poor Pauline!
I have read every book in this room two, three, many times over. You were surprised to see all this book, all this document, all this pamphlette here, at this place, eh?" Ringfield, as yet only partly guessing at the peculiarities of his host, assented politely. "My name is Ringfield," he said, noting for the first time the strong broken accent of the other and his use of French idiom.
Fonny things happens and now I snap the finger at Mlle. Pauline. Why? Because I feex up things with Mees Cordova even better." "Mme. Poussette " began Ringfield. "Mme. Poussette is come no more here on me at all, I tell you. No more on St. Ignace at all." "But you cannot marry Miss Cordova, Poussette!" "I know very well that, Mr. Ringfield, sir. No. For that, sir, I will wait.
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