Barford Abbey by Susannah Minific Gunning
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promised to shew me an eye of pheasants.--If you are not a very keen
sportsman, returned she, what says your Lordship to a cup of chocolate?--It will not detain you long;--Mrs. Jenkings has some ready prepared for the travellers. She pronounced _travellers_ with uncommon glee;--at least I thought so,--and, nettled at her indifference, could not help replying, _You_ are _very_ happy, madam;--_you_ part with your friends _very_ unreluctantly, I perceive. If any thing ever appeared in my favour, it was now.--Her confusion was visible;--even Edmund observed it, who just then strolled towards us, and said, looking at both attentively, What is the matter with Miss Warley? With me, Edmund? she retorted,--nothing ails me.--I suppose you think I am enough of the fine lady to complain the whole day, because I have got up an hour before my usual time. His tongue was _now_ silent;--his eyes _full_ of enquiries.--He fixed them on us alternately,--wanting to discover the situation of our hearts.--Why so curious, Edmund?--Things cannot go on long at this rate.--_Your_ heart must undergo a strict scrutiny before I shall know what terms we are upon. No words can paint my gratitude for worthy Jenkings.--He went to the Abbey, on foot, before breakfast was ended, to give me an opportunity of supplying his place in the chaise.--At parting he actually took one of my hands, joined it with Miss Warley's, and I could perceive petitions ascending from the seat of purity.--I know to what they tended.--I |
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