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Cecilia was much affected, and cried very bitterly. I could not help asking Lady de Clare why she took such a strong interest in your fortunes. `Who ought, replied Cecilia, `if his poor Fleta does not? `Good Heavens! Miss de Clare, are you the little Fleta whom he found with the gipsies, and talked to me so much about? `Did you not know it? said Lady de Clare.
It comes over him like a dark cloud over a bright summer sun; and he is all gloom for a few minutes. I do not think that he would now commit any great crime; but I have a suspicion that he has done something which is a constant cause of remorse." "You are a very good judge of character, Japhet. But what a dear little child is that Fleta! She may exclaim with you Who is my father?"
"Very likely," replied Timothy; "but it was the best thing the scoundrel could do, after all." "The letter was not, however, written, with that intention. I wished to frighten him, and have justice done to little Fleta poor child! how glad I shall be to see her!" Another investigation relative to a child which in the same way as the former one, ends by the Lady going off in a fit.
"For myself I care not, Melchior; the world is before me, and remain with the gipsies without you I will not; but answer me one question what is to become of little Fleta? Is she to remain with the tribe, to which she does not belong, or does she go with you?" Melchior hesitated. "I hardly can answer, but what consequence can the welfare of a soldier's brat be to you?"
"I will go and visit little Fleta," replied I, "for a few days; the sight of her will do me more good than anything else." And the next day I set off for the town of , where I found the dear little girl, much grown, and much improved. I remained with her for a week, walking with her in the country, amusing her, and amused myself with our conversation.
Melchior, who appeared determined to create an effect, left us for three days, and returned with not only dresses for Timothy and me, but also new dresses for the rest of the company and shortly afterwards, bidding farewell to Nattee and the rest of the gipsies, we all set out that is, Melchior, I, Timothy, Fleta, Num, and Jumbo.
"Lady de Clare, may you be happy," said I. "Fleta Cecilia, I should say, may God bless and preserve you, and sometimes think of your sincere friend, Japhet Newland." "Really, Mr Newland," said Lady de Clare, "one would think we were never to see you again." "I hope that will not be the case, Lady de Clare, for I know nobody to whom I am more devoted."
I advise you as a friend, to consent to his wishes." "That requires some deliberation," replied I, "and I am not one of those who are to be driven. My feelings towards Sir Henry, after this treatment, are not the most amicable; besides, how am I to know that Fleta is his relative?" "Well, I can say no more, Japhet. I wish you well out of his hands."
#By# FLETA CAMPBELL SPRINGER From Harper's Magazine In the taxi Ayling suddenly realized that there was no need for all this haste.
"And will never come back again, Tim; but never mind that, it is important that I make a friend of him, and his friendship is only to be bought. I shall have value received. And now, Tim, we must pack up, for I leave this to-morrow morning. I shall go down to , and see little Fleta." I dined with Harcourt.
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