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It is he that has made my life in this world happy only he and I have nothing to look to but him in the world I am going to. But what will you do in the hour of death, as I am, if he isn't your friend, father?" Mr. Rossitur's frame swayed, like a tree that one sees shaken by a distant wind, but he said nothing.
Fleda stooped forward till her own forehead softly touched Mrs. Rossitur's, as gentle a chiding of despondency as a very sunbeam could have given. "Now, aunt Lucy! what do you mean? Don't you know it's good for me? And do you know, Mr. Sweet will give me four shillings a bushel? and, aunt Lucy, I sent three dozen heads of lettuce this morning besides.
Rossitur's caressing care, and Barby's softened voice, and sympathizing hand on her brow, and hearty heart-speaking kiss, and poor little King lay all day with his head in her lap, casting grave wistful glances up at his mistress's face and licking her hand with intense affection when even in her distress it stole to his head to reward and comfort him.
Who told you as much? was in Rossitur's open eyes, and upon his tongue; but few ever asked naughty questions of Mr Carleton. Charlton's eyes came back, not indeed to their former dimensions, but to his plate, in silence. "He was incomprehensible," he said after a minute, "and didn't act like himself I don't know what was the matter. I shall call him to account for it." "Capt.
Rossitur's sister her father" "Amy Charlton!" exclaimed Mrs. Evelyn, "Oh, I knew her! Was Amy Charlton her mother? O, I didn't know whom you were talking of. She was one of my dearest friends. Her daughter may well be handsome she was one of the most lovely persons I ever knew; in body and mind both. O, I loved Amy Charlton very much. I must see this child."
People did not always find out where the light came from, but it was her witchery. The creditors would touch none of Mrs. Rossitur's things, her husband's honourable behaviour had been so thorough. They even presented him with one or two pictures, which he sold for a considerable sum; and to Mrs.
Little as Fleda in secret really cared about that, with an instant sacrifice of her own pleasure she quietly changed her position for one from which she could more readily bring to bear upon Mr. Rossitur's distraction the very light artillery of her conversation; and attacked him on the subject of the game he had brought home.
Hugh and Fleda had their own thoughts; Charlton was biting his resolution into every slice of bread and butter that occupied him; and Mr. Rossitur's face looked like anything but encouraging an inquiry into his affairs. Since his son's arrival he had been most uncommonly gloomy; and Mrs. Rossitur's face was never in sunshine when his was in shade.
Rossitur's manner of speaking and thanking him quite charmed Seth, and he went away with a kindly feeling towards those gentle bright eyes which he never forgot. "Now we've something for to-morrow, Hugh!" said Fleda; "and such a chicken-pie I can tell you as you never saw. Hugh, isn't it odd how different a thing is in different circumstances?
Rossitur's former residence?" " In State-street, Sir." "State-street that is somewhere in the direction of the Park?" "No, Sir, not exactly." "Was Mrs. Rossitur a native of the city?" "Not of New York. Oh, Hugh! my dear Hugh!" exclaimed Fleda, in another tone "what have you been thinking of?" "Father wanted me," said Hugh. "I could not help it, Fleda."
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