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Heddegan, who talked in loud tones which reached the women over their shoulders. Some would have called Mrs. Trewthen a good mother; but though well meaning she was maladroit, and her intentions missed their mark. This might have been partly attributable to the slight deafness from which she suffered. Now, as usual, the chief utterances came from her lips.
People were wrong, he declared, when they surmised that Baptista Trewthen was a young woman with scarcely emotions or character. There was nothing in her to love, and nothing to hate so ran the general opinion. That she showed few positive qualities was true. The colours and tones which changing events paint on the faces of active womankind were looked for in vain upon hers.
A widow, by name Mrs Wace, in whose house Baptista Trewthen had been provided with a sitting-room and bedroom till the schoolhouse should be built, noticed this change in her youthful tenant's manner, and at last ventured to press her with a few questions. 'It has nothing to do with the place, nor with you, said Miss Trewthen. 'Then it is the salary? 'No, nor the salary.
She informed him the bearer of the name was a general merchant of Giant's Town, St. Maria's island her father's nearest neighbour and oldest friend. 'Then we shan't see anything more of you on the mainland? inquired the schoolmaster. 'O, I don't know about that, said Miss Trewthen. 'Here endeth the career of the belle of the boarding-school your father was foolish enough to send you to.
It was near dusk when they touched the pier of Giant's Town, where several friends and neighbours stood awaiting them. Her father had a lantern in his hand. Her mother, too, was there, reproachfully glad that the delay had at last ended so simply. Mrs. Trewthen and her daughter went together along the Giant's Walk, or promenade, to the house, rather in advance of her husband and Mr.
Wace, in whose house Baptista Trewthen had been provided with a sitting-room and bedroom till the school-house should be built, noticed this change in her youthful tenant's manner, and at last ventured to press her with a few questions. 'It has nothing to do with the place, nor with you, said Miss Trewthen. 'Then it is the salary? 'No, nor the salary.
Mrs Trewthen and her daughter went together along the Giant's Walk, or promenade, to the house, rather in advance of her husband and Mr Heddegan, who talked in loud tones which reached the women over their shoulders. Some would have called Mrs Trewthen a good mother; but though well meaning she was maladroit, and her intentions missed their mark.
The traveller in school-books, who vouched in dryest tones for the fidelity to fact of the following narrative, used to add a ring of truth to it by opening with a nicety of criticism on the heroine's personality. People were wrong, he declared, when they surmised that Baptista Trewthen was a young woman with scarcely emotions or character.
She informed him the bearer of the name was a general merchant of Giant's Town, St Maria's Island her father's nearest neighbour and oldest friend. 'Then we shan't see anything more of you on the mainland? inquired the schoolmaster. 'O, I don't know about that, said Miss Trewthen. 'Here endeth the career of the belle of the boarding-school your father was foolish enough to send you to.
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