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Think how it will be with you, when the girl who lies upon your shoulder shall be thinking ever of some other man from whom you have robbed her. Good-bye, Mr Whittlestaff. I do not doubt but that you will turn it all over in your thoughts." Then he escaped by a wicket-gate into the road at the far end of the long walk, and was no more heard of at Croker's Hall on that day.
Mr Whittlestaff had got through his second cup of tea, and was stranded in his chair, having nothing to do, with the empty cup and plates before him for the space of two minutes; and, consequently, when he had sent some terrible message out to the post-boy, and then had read the one epistle which had arrived on this morning, he thus liberated his mind: "I'll be whipped if I will have anything to do with her."
With such a passion at his heart, it was rash in him to have gone across the world to the diamond-fields without speaking a word by which they two might have held themselves as bound together. The pity of it! But as circumstances had gone, honour and even honesty demanded that Mr Whittlestaff should not be allowed to suffer.
I ain't no trust in diamonds, not to live out of, but only in the funds, which is reg'lar. I wouldn't let her see John Gordon again, never, till she was Mrs Whittlestaff. After that she'll never go astray; nor yet won't her thoughts." "God bless you! Mrs Baggett," he said. "She's one of them when she's your own she'll remain your own all out. She'll stand the washing.
If the young woman would only become Mrs Whittlestaff, then the idolatry would pass away. At any rate, her master would not continue "to make an ass of himself," as Mrs Baggett phrased it. "Don't you think, Miss, as that Mr Whittlestaff is looking very peeky?" "Is he, Mrs Baggett?" "'Deed and he is, to my thinking; and it's all along of you.
Mary had, in truth, not thought of her answer, though she had said to herself over and over again why it should not be so. "Have you no answer to give me?" he said. "Oh, Mr Whittlestaff, you have so startled me!" This was hardly true. He had not startled her, but had brought her to the necessity of knowing her own mind. "If you wish to think of it, you shall take your own time."
She was silent and reserved, and sometimes startled, even when appealed to in a household so quiet as that of Mr Whittlestaff. Those who had seen her former life had known that she had lived under the dominion of her step-mother, and had so accounted for her manner. And then, added to this, was the sense of entire dependence on a stranger, which, no doubt, helped to quell her spirit.
"If you told him as though you meant it, he wouldn't go," said Mrs Baggett. "That's all you know about it," said Mr Whittlestaff. "Now the fact is, I won't stand this kind of thing. If you mean to remain here, you must be less free with your tongue." "I don't mean to remain here, Mr Whittlestaff. It's just that as I'm coming to.
He rarely spoke of his mother, had never, up to this period at which our tale finds him, mentioned his mother's name to any of those about him. Mrs Baggett would speak of her, saying much in the praise of her old mistress. Mr Whittlestaff would smile and seem pleased, and so the subject would pass away.
Nothing was said either by Mr Whittlestaff or by Mary Lawrie; nor, to the eyes of those among whom they lived, was there anything to show that their minds were disturbed. They went to church in the morning, as was usual with them, and Mary went also to the evening service.
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