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And I call it a robbery: it was like giving him the land, to promise it; and what is promising, if making everybody believe is not promising? And you see he did leave him ten thousand pounds, and then took it away again." "Took it away again!" said Mr. Vincy, pettishly. "I tell you the lad's an unlucky lad, Lucy. And you've always spoiled him."
"Miss Vincy is a musician?" said Lydgate, following her with his eyes. "The best in Middlemarch, I'll be bound," said Mr. Featherstone, "let the next be who she will. Eh, Fred? Speak up for your sister." "I'm afraid I'm out of court, sir. My evidence would be good for nothing."
She would not try to take Aylmer away. Let him remain with his red-haired Miss Argles! He might even marry her. He deserved it. She meant to tell Vincy, of course. Poor Vincy, he didn't know of the treachery. Now she must devote herself to the children, and be good and kind to Bruce. At least, Bruce was true to her in his way.
Standish, with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. "I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton, like poor Grainger," said Mr. Vincy, the mayor, a florid man, who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. Bulstrode.
He did not refuse to meet Lydgate in the evening, but his temper was somewhat tried on the occasion. He had to hear Mrs. Vincy say "Oh, Mr. Wrench, what have I ever done that you should use me so? To go away, and never to come again! And my boy might have been stretched a corpse!" Mr.
Garth have always been so kind to me. However, it's no use saying that. You will always think me a rascal now." Fred turned round and hurried out of the room, conscious that he was getting rather womanish, and feeling confusedly that his being sorry was not of much use to the Garths. They could see him mount, and quickly pass through the gate. "I am disappointed in Fred Vincy," said Mrs. Garth.
Mavis dear, will you do up your hair and come out to dinner? 'Vincy dear, I think I'd better not, because of Aunt Jessie. 'Oh, very well; all right. Then you will another time? 'Oh, you don't want me to stay? 'Yes, I do; do stay. 'No, next time next Tuesday. 'Very well, very well. He took a dark red carnation out of one of the vases and pinned it on to her coat.
"Oh, it is pride in Miss Vincy I am sure it is nothing else," said Mrs. Plymdale, who had never before given all her confidence to "Harriet" on this subject. "No young man in Middlemarch was good enough for her: I have heard her mother say as much. That is not a Christian spirit, I think. But now, from all I hear, she has found a man as proud as herself."
'It seems such a long time since I saw you, said Vincy. 'You're tired; I wish I had a lift. 'I am tired, she spoke in rather a hoarse voice always. 'And I ought not to stop long. 'Oh, stay a minute longer, won't you? he asked. 'Well, I like that! I've only just this moment arrived! 'Oh, Mavis, don't say that! Have some tea. He waited on her till she looked brighter. 'How is Aunt Jessie?
"Well, well, by-and-by he'll go to his Latin and things," said Mrs. Vincy, soothingly, stroking her son's head. "There's a fire in the smoking-room on purpose. It's your father's wish, you know Fred, my dear and I always tell him you will be good, and go to college again to take your degree." Fred drew his mother's hand down to his lips, but said nothing.
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