Uncle Silas - A Tale of Bartram-Haugh by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
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will never play with you again--never. Let us go home.'
Madame was silent and morose all the way home. She would not answer my questions, and affected to be very lofty and offended. This did not last very long, however, and she soon resumed her wonted ways. And she returned to the question of the will, but not so directly, and with more art. Why should this dreadful woman's thoughts be running so continually upon my father's will? How could it concern her? CHAPTER VII _CHURCH SCARSDALE_ I think all the females of our household, except Mrs. Rusk, who was at open feud with her and had only room for the fiercer emotions, were more or less afraid of this inauspicious foreigner. Mrs. Rusk would say in her confidences in my room-- 'Where does she come from?--is she a French or a Swiss one, or is she a Canada woman? I remember one of _them_ when I was a girl, and a nice limb _she_ was, too! And who did she live with? Where was her last family? Not one of us knows nothing about her, no more than a child; except, of course, |
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