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I don't want Wenna to marry a watchful, mean, old, stocking-darning cripple, who will creep about the house all day and peer into cupboards, and give her fourpence-halfpenny a week to live on. I want her to marry a man one that is strong enough to protect her. And I tell you, mother I've said it before, and I say it again she shall not marry Mr. Roscorla."
The infernal young fools!" said Rosewarne. "Why the devil didn't you stop them yourself?" "How could I?" Roscorla said, amazed that the father took the flight of his daughters with apparent equanimity. "You must make haste, Mr. Rosewarne, or you'll never catch them." "I've a good mind to let 'em go," said he sulkily as he walked over to the stables of the inn.
I suppose the young man found an evening at the inn amusing; and I can see that he likes you very well, as many other people do. But you know how you are situated, Wenna. If Mr. Roscorla objects to your continuing an acquaintance with Mr. Trelyon, your duty is clear." "I do not think it is, mother," Wenna said, an indignant flush of color appearing in her face.
And he reflected, with some comfort to himself, that she would scarcely so far demean herself as to marry Harry Trelyon so long as she knew in her heart what he, Roscorla, would think of her for so doing. "Has he gone?" Wenna asked of her sister the next day. "Yes, he has," Mabyn answered with a proud and revengeful face. "It was quite true what Mrs.
So they passed over the high and wide moors until far ahead they caught a glimpse of the blue plain of the sea. Mr. Roscorla relapsed into silence: he was becoming a trifle nervous.
"Oh, dada," Mabyn cried, "you don't know how it happened; but they couldn't have got married there. There's that horrid old wretch, Mr. Roscorla and Wenna was quite a slave to him and afraid of him and the only way was to carry her away from him; and so " "Hold your tongue, Mabyn," her father said. "You'd drive a windmill with your talk." "But what she says is true enough," Trelyon said.
They hoped he would draw on the joint association for a certain sum which should represent the value of that supervision. Now, if Mr. Roscorla had really been possessed at this moment of the wealth to which he looked forward, he would not have taken so much interest in it. He would have said to himself, "What is the life I am to lead, now that I have this money?
"No, I have generally driven down for her when I wanted to see her; and the way she has been working for these people is extraordinary never tired, always cheerful, ready to be bothered by anybody, and patient with their suspicions and simplicity beyond belief. I am sure Mr. Roscorla will have an excellent wife." "I am not at all sure that he will," said her son, goaded past endurance.
But she seems a very good-natured sort of woman." "Good-natured! Is that all you say? I can tell you, in my time men were nothing so particular when there were eight thousand a year going a-begging." "Well, well," said Mr. Roscorla with a smile, "it is a very good joke. When she marries, she'll marry a younger man than I am." "Don't you be mistaken don't you be mistaken!" the old general cried.
There was a tall young gentleman standing there who in former days would have been delighted to cry out on such an occasion, "Why, Roscorla's going to marry one of 'em!" He remained silent now. He was very silent, too, throughout the evening, and almost anxiously civil toward Mr. Roscorla.
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