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She saw with secret glee the expression of both her aunt's and Mr. Ringgan's face; partly from pure sympathy, and partly because, as she knew, the cause of it was Mr. Carleton, whom privately Fleda liked very much. And after all perhaps he had directly more to do with her enjoyment than all other causes together. Certainly that was true of him with respect to the rest of the dinner-table.
"I won't retort the question about 'something sharp," said Constance arching her eyebrows, "because it is against my principles to make people uncomfortable; but you have certainly brought in some medicine with you, for Miss Ringgan's cheeks a little while ago were as pure as her mind from a tinge of any sort and now, you see "
Rossitur the gentleman that has taken Squire Ringgan's old place. We were so fortunate as to have them lose their way this afternoon, coming from the Pool, and they have just stepped in to see if you can't find 'em a mouthful of something they can eat, while Lollypop is a-getting ready to see them home."
Ringgan's giving a dinner-party, the disused front parlour was opened and set in order; the women-folks, as he called them, wanting the whole back part of the house for their operations.
Plumfield made no more efforts to persuade her, but rid herself of cloak and hood and went into Mr. Ringgan's room. Fleda placed herself again in her chimney corner. Burying her face in her hands, she sat waiting more quietly; and Cynthy, having finished all her business, took a chair on the hearth opposite to her.
"Here's Miss Ringgan's walked the whole way, and she a lady aint you ashamed to speak of being tired?" "I ha'n't said the first word o' being tired!" said Philetus, in an injured tone of voice "but a man ha'n't no right to kill hisself, if he aint a gal!" "I'll qualify to your being safe enough," said the doctor.
She saw with secret glee the expression of both her aunt's and Mr. Ringgan's face; partly from pure sympathy, and partly because, as she knew, the cause of it was Mr. Carleton, whom, privately, Fleda liked very much. And after all, perhaps, he had directly more to do with her enjoyment than all other causes together. Certainly that was true of him with respect to the rest of the dinner-table.
Plumfield made no more efforts to persuade her, but rid herself of cloak and hood and went into Mr. Ringgan's room. Fleda placed herself again in her chimney corner. Burying her face in her hands, she sat waiting more quietly; and Cynthy, having finished all her business, took a chair on the hearth opposite to her.
He was found not in the house but abroad in the field with his men, loading an enormous basket-wagon with corn-stalks. At Mr. Ringgan's shout he got over the fence and came to the wagon-side. His face showed sense and shrewdness, but nothing of the open nobility of mien which nature had stamped upon that of his brother. "Fine morning, eh?" said he. "I'm getting in my corn stalks."
Rossitur, as her husband's eyes went inquiringly to her, "Mrs. Plumfield was Mr. Ringgan's sister, you remember. This is her son." "Cousin Seth, eh?" said Mr. Rossitur dubiously. "Well Why Fleda, your sweet air don't seem to agree with you, as far as I see; I have not known you look so so triste since we left Paris. What have you been doing, my child?"
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