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Updated: June 19, 2025
Trelyon, Wenna, I believe she would worship you and think nothing good enough for you." "Mabyn, I am going to ask something of you." "Oh yes, I know what it is," her sister said. "I am not to speak any more about your marriage with Mr. Trelyon. But I won't give you any such promise, Wenna. I don't consider that that old man has any hold on you."
What chance of mutual confidence could there be between these two? He asked Wenna if she had been busy in his absence; and the thought immediately occurred to him that she had had at least sufficient leisure to go walking about with young Trelyon. He asked her about the sewing club, and she stumbled into the admission that Mr. Trelyon had presented that association with six sewing-machines.
Yours sincerely, Dear Mr. Trelyon: How could you do such a thing? Why, to give Wenna, of all people in the world, an emerald ring, just after I had got Mr. Roscorla to give her one, for bad luck to himself! Why, how could you do it? I don't know what to say about it, unless you demand it back, and send her one with sapphires in it at once. Yours, M.R. P.S. As quick as ever you can."
She would not even raise her head. "Wenna, I want to see that letter." "Oh no, no!" the girl moaned. "I deserve it: he says what is true. I want you to leave me alone, Mabyn: you you can't do anything to help this." But Mabyn had by this time perceived that her sister held in her hand, crumpled up, the letter which was the cause of this wild outburst of grief.
Roscorla and Wenna is broken off; and I have got in my possession the letter in which he sets her free. If you knew how glad I am! I should like to cry 'Hurrah! hurrah! all through the streets of Eglosilyan; and I think every one else would do the same if only they knew. Of course she is very much grieved, for he has been most insulting.
So he pulled up the horses, and quietly waited by the roadside for a few minutes. The unknown rider drew nearer and more near. "That isn't Roscorla's pony," said Trelyon listening. "That's more like your father's cob." "My father!" said Wenna in a low voice. "My darling, you needn't be afraid, whoever it is," Trelyon said.
"She would have hated me if I had married him," said Wenna simply. "Oh, Wenna, how dare you say such a thing?" Mabyn cried. "What do you mean by it?" "Would a lady in her position like her only son to marry the daughter of an innkeeper?" Wenna asked rather indifferently: indeed, her thoughts were elsewhere.
And to drive by here! She must have known I was here. Oh, the shamelessness of the woman!" She turned to Wenna again: "Wenna, I thought Mr. Trelyon was here. How long has he gone? I want to see him most particularly most particularly, and only for a moment. He is sure to know all the strangers at his hotel, is he not? I want to ask him some questions.
But then Wenna is gentler and quieter, and more soft and lovable, than Mabyn in my fancy, you know; and she is more humorous and clever, so that she never gets into those school-girl rages. But it is really a shame to compare them like that; and, indeed, if any one said the least thing against one of these girls, the other would precious soon make him regret the day he was born.
"Some cow has strayed in there, I believe," said Mabyn in a somewhat low voice, and she walked rather quickly until they got past the place and out on to the hill over the wooded valley. "Now," said Wenna cheerfully, not wishing to have Mabyn put in a real fright, "as we go down I am going to tell you something, Mabyn. How would you like to have to prepare for a wedding in a fortnight?"
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