Medoline Selwyn's Work by Hattie E. Colter
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I shut my mouth firmly and turned my head away to watch the white sails idly mirrored, in the still waters, I knew he was furtively watching me, and this alone held back my tears, as I thought of poor Blake's desolate hearthstone, as well as my own heart's loneliness in this wide continent of strangers. "Mr. Winthrop regretted being away when you arrived, but he expected us to be kind to you; so we must not quarrel first thing." My companion said, with entire change of tone. "I quarrel pretty easily," I stammered, "my temper is very abrupt." "Most of us have quick tempers; but, I think, you, at least, have a generous one." Then I recollected abrupt was not a very suitable word to couple with temper. Taken altogether, I found this drive home with Faery and her master anything but enjoyable. CHAPTER II. OAKLANDS. Faery's head was turned at last from the wide, dusty street into an imposing gateway, which lead through an avenue bordered thickly with |
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