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He will probably succeed to a baronetcy though this is not certain, as his uncle is, comparatively speaking, young still. But even without the title, Hardinge is a man worthy of any woman's esteem, and confidence, and " He is interrupted by Miss Wynter's giving way to a sudden burst of mirth. It is mirth of the very angriest, but it checks him the more effectually because of that.
Why on earth hadn't he read it first? So the girl is to be sent to live with her aunt after all an old lady maiden lady. Evidently living somewhere in Bloomsbury. Miss Jane Majendie. Mother's sister evidently. Wynter's sisters would never have been old maids, if they had resembled him, which probably they did if he had any. What a handsome fellow he was! and such a good-natured fellow too.
Miss Wynter's hitherto ill-subdued anger now bursts into flame. "I can't help it if I'm not big," cries she. "It isn't my fault. I can't help it either that papa sent me to you. I didn't want to go to you. It wasn't my fault that I was thrown upon your hands. And and" her voice begins to tremble "it isn't my fault either that you hate me." "That I hate you!"
And then suddenly her wrath gets the better of her, and she breaks out in a violent rage. That one should dare to question her actions! "Who are you?" demands she fiercely, "that you should presume to dictate right and wrong to me." "I am Miss Wynter's guardian," says the professor, who begins to see visions and all the lower regions let loose at once.
"Don't sit down there those notes are loose; sit here." "Faith, you've guessed it, my dear fellow, I do want you, and most confoundedly badly this time. Your ward, now, Miss Wynter! Deuced pretty little girl, isn't she, and good form too? Wonderfully bred considering." "I don't suppose you have come here to talk about Miss Wynter's good manners." "By Jove! I have though.
"Don't sit down there those notes are loose; sit here." "Faith, you've guessed it, my dear fellow, I do want you, and most confoundedly badly this time. Your ward, now, Miss Wynter! Deuced pretty little girl, isn't she, and good form too? Wonderfully bred considering." "I don't suppose you have come here to talk about Miss Wynter's good manners." "By Jove! I have though.
At last they did roll into the station with as much noise and importance as if delay had been a thing undreamt of, on that line at any rate; and Maurice hurried off to make his inquiries, and find a carriage to take him to Mr. Wynter's. So far, certainly, he prospered.
"As you will," says she; her tone has grown almost haughty; there is a sense of remorse in his breast as he goes down the stairs. Has he been kind to old Wynter's child? Has he been true to his trust? There has been an expression that might almost be termed despair in the young face as he left her. Her face, with that expression on it, haunts him all down the road. Yes. He will call next week.
Lucia found a seat in a sheltered place for Mrs. Costello, and stood near her watching the constant stream of coming and going between the ship and the shore. They had nothing to do for the present but wait, and when they had satisfied themselves that, as yet, there was no sign of Mr. Wynter's arrival, they had plenty of time to grow better acquainted with the view around them.
These, and various relations and servants who had surrounded her mother in her childhood, she had already heard of a thousand times. The story, new to her, began in Mary Wynter's fifteenth year. At that time Mr. Wynter's family consisted of four persons himself, his daughter, her governess, and a nephew, George Wynter, who was, in fact, an adopted son.
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