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Of course these latter letters had spoken loudly the praises of Mr. Gilmore, and Miss Marrable had become quite one of the Gilmore faction. She desired that her niece should marry; but that she should marry a gentleman. She would have infinitely preferred to see Mary an old maid, than to hear that she was going to give herself to any suitor contaminated by trade. Now Mr.
I hardly know whether you will have expected that the news which I have to tell you should reach you direct from me; but I think, upon the whole, that it is better that I should write. My cousin, Gregory Marrable, Sir Gregory's only son, died this morning. I do not doubt but that you know that he has been long ill. He has come to the end of all his troubles, and the old baronet is now childless.
James's Park together, and as the warmth of their old friendship produced freedom of intercourse, Gilmore acknowledged a dozen wild schemes that had passed through his brain. That to which he was most wedded was a plan for meeting Walter Marrable and cudgelling him pretty well to death. Fenwick pointed out three or four objections to this.
Granny Marrable made little direct concession to the equivocal old woman who might be anything, for all she was in her ladyship's carriage. "I suppose," said Gwen, "the boy has tried to describe the accident, and made a hash of it. Is that it?" "Indeed, my lady, he does tell something of an accident. Only I took it for just only telling story-book like!... Ah, yes, that will be the letter.
Which of the old ladies do you suppose has white hair, and which grey?" "Old Granny Marrable, I thought." "Yes but which hair? Which? Which? Which?" "White, I thought, not grey."
She was cocksure the two small arms only just covered it, because unless one cheated and pushed her elbow over the edge, your middle fingers wouldn't jam and go cleck like this.... That's why I wanted your hand for that'll do!... There was such a funny name she called it by the finger-tips jamming, I mean...." Granny Marrable was pressing the released hand on her eyes and forehead.
Mary has gone and engaged herself to her cousin, Walter Marrable." "Mary Lowther!" "Yes; Mary Lowther! Our Mary! And from what I remember hearing about him, he is anything but nice." "He had a lot of money left to him the other day." "It can't have been much, because Mary owns that they will be very poor. Here is her letter. I am so unhappy about it.
But in this case, the real bar to walking was the hope in Mary's breast, a hope that was still present, though it was not nourished, that the leg was not irremediably lost. If Captain Marrable would finish all that by marrying Edith, then, so thought Miss Marrable, in process of time the cure would be made good, and there might be another leg.
She did not blame him; but it did appear to be hard upon her. "I don't see the slightest reason why he shouldn't live at Dunripple," continued Miss Marrable. "Only that he would be dependent. I suppose he does not mean to sell out of the army altogether." "At any rate, he may be backwards and forwards. You see, there is no chance of Sir Gregory's own son marrying." "So they say."
Where the convicts go." "There now! Only to think of that! Why I see it all!" Granny Marrable seemed pleased. "What do you see, Mrs. Marrable?" The doctor was puzzled. He had quite expected that at this point suspicion of the facts must dawn, however dimly. "Because that is where my dear sister was, that died. Oh, so many long years ago!"
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