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"Ah," sighed Vixen, "I suppose it all began with that ball at Brighton, like 'Man's first disobedience, and the fruit " "I shall miss poor McCroke to fill in the invitation cards." "Let me do it, mamma. I can write a decent hand. That is one of the few ladylike accomplishments I have been able to master; and even that is open to objection as being too masculine."
"Miss McCroke has nothing to do with the question. You roaming about the world with a superannuated governess would be too preposterous. I am going to take you to Jersey by this evening's boat. I have an aunt living there who has a fine old manor house, and who will be happy to take charge of you.
"I will not be such a slave as to think of him all this long summer day," she said to herself. "I will think of the god Râ, and lotus flowers, and the Red Nile, and the Green Nile, and all this wonderful land where I am going to take dear old McCroke by-and-by."
Miss McCroke had an idea that all mourners ought to be roused; that much indulgence in grief for the dead was reprehensible. "Yes," answered Rorie eagerly, "she would see me, I know. We are like brother and sister." "Come into the schoolroom," said the governess, "and I'll see what I can do." The schoolroom was Vixen's own particular den, and was not a bit like the popular idea of a schoolroom.
Captain Winstanley. Two years later, and Vixen was sitting with the same faithful Argus nestling beside her, by the fireside of a spacious Brighton drawing-room, a large, lofty, commonplace room, with tall windows facing seawards. Miss McCroke was there too, standing at one of the windows taking up a dropped stitch in her knitting, while Mrs.
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