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Poor Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a certain laxity of deportment. And yet was he to accuse Miss Daisy Miller of actual or potential inconduite, as they said at Geneva?
"Here comes my sister!" cried the child in a moment. "She's an American girl." Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a beautiful young lady advancing. "American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion. "My sister ain't the best!" the child declared. "She's always blowing at me." "I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne.
Isaac Bawcombe's family The youngest son Caleb goes to seek David at Wilton sheep-fair Martha, the eldest daughter Her beauty She marries Shepherd Ierat The name of Ierat Story of Ellen Ierat The Ierats go to Somerset Martha and the lady of the manor Martha's travels Her mistress dies Return to Winterbourne Bishop Shepherd Ierat's end
But I am more favourably struck with the girl than you are. And anyway, if it comes about, we must make the best of it." Miss Raeburn made no answer, but pretended to set her heel, her needles shaking. Lady Winterbourne was very sorry for her two old friends. "Wait a little," she said, laying her hand lightly on Miss Raeburn's.
"It has happened very well," said Mrs. Walker. "If she is so perfectly determined to compromise herself, the sooner one knows it the better; one can act accordingly." "I suspect she meant no harm," Winterbourne rejoined. "So I thought a month ago. But she has been going too far." "What has she been doing?" "Everything that is not done here.
Then occurred an instance of what we call a coincidence, but which the shepherd of the downs, nursed in the old beliefs and traditions, prefers to regard as an act of providence. About noon he was trudging along in the turnpike road when he was met by a farmer driving in a trap, who pulled up to speak to him and asked him if he could say how far it was to Winterbourne Bishop.
Deer he had taken; and the whole tale of the deer-stealing, which was a common offence in that part of Wiltshire down to about 1834, sounds strange at the present day. Large herds of deer were kept at that time at an estate a few miles from Winterbourne Bishop, and it often happened that many of the animals broke bounds and roamed singly and in small bands over the hills.
She and Lady Winterbourne had evolved a scheme for reviving and improving the local industry of straw-plaiting, which after years of decay seemed now on the brink of final disappearance.
She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive; I'm dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive, mother and I. We don't speak to everyone or they don't speak to us. I suppose it's about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt." Winterbourne was embarrassed. "She would be most happy," he said; "but I am afraid those headaches will interfere."
For we may get into the habit of looking for such things, expecting them at every turn, every mile of the way. I found it a relief, at Winterbourne Bishop, to be in a country which had nothing to draw a man out of a town.
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