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Miss Yolland looked at her calmly, as if waiting for her to finish. "I thought you would not help me," Hesper went on, " that no one can except God he could strike me dead; but I did think you would feel for me a little. I hate Mr. Redmain, and I loathe myself. If you laugh at me, I shall take poison."
"I have sought to make him this return, but he only fancies me a calumniator. Miss Yolland has been beforehand with me." "Then, by Jove! I don't see but you're quits with him. If he behaves like that to you, don't you see, it wipes it all out? Upon my soul! I don't see why you should trouble your head about him. Let him take his way, and go to Sepia."
Yolland bade me go up alone, and persuade him to come home with me.
"Come, now, what's it all about?" he said. Mary began at once to tell him, as directly as she could, that she was under obligation to Mr. Wardour of Thornwick, and that she had reason to fear Miss Yolland was trying to get a hold of him "And you know what that would be for any man!" she said. "No, by Jove! I don't," he answered. "What would it be?" "Utter ruin," replied Mary.
Tracy was over at Mycening this morning, and said they talked of coming to sleep at the 'Boar, for the meet to-morrow, and looking him up." "Lord Malvoisin?" I asked. And as I walked on, Mr. Yolland told me what I had not understood from Eustace, that there had been an outcry among the more reckless of the Foling Hunt that so good a fellow should be a teetotaller.
Her expression was frank, almost brave, her eyes looking full at the person she addressed. As she gazed, a kind of love she had never felt before kept swelling in Mary's heart. Her companion impressed her very differently. Some men, and most women, counted Miss Yolland strangely ugly. But there were men who exceedingly admired her.
Looking towards the sand-hills, I saw the men-servants from out-of-doors, and the fisherman, named Yolland, all running down to us together; and all, having taken the alarm, calling out to know if the girl had been found. In the fewest words, the Sergeant showed them the evidence of the footmarks, and told them that a fatal accident must have happened to her.
He made known that he had felt very unwell all the day before, and had had a miserable night, in which all the warnings about infection had returned on him. The desire to keep clear of all whom he might endanger, as well as a fevered perhaps already half-delirious longing for cool air, had sent him forth himself to summon George Yolland.
The great Cuff showed a wonderful patience; trying his luck drearily this way and that way, and firing shot after shot, as it were, at random, on the chance of hitting the mark. Everything to Rosanna's credit, nothing to Rosanna's prejudice that was how it ended, try as he might; with Mrs. Yolland talking nineteen to the dozen, and placing the most entire confidence in him.
One of them was her daughter, Hesper by name, who, from the dull, cloudy atmosphere that filled the doorway, entered the shop like a gleam of sunshine, dusky-golden, followed by a glowing shadow, in the person of her cousin, Miss Yolland. Turnbull hurried to meet them, bowing profoundly, and looking very much like Issachar between the chairs he carried.
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