St. Elmo by Augusta J. (Augusta Jane) Evans
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reject, without acquainting Mrs. Murray with the fact that she had
overheard the conversation; and yet she could not endure the prospect of living under the same roof with a man whom she loathed and feared. The memory of the blacksmith's aversion of this stranger intensified her own; and as she pondered in shame and indignation the scornful and opprobrious epithets which he had bestowed on herself, she muttered through her set teeth: "Yes, Grandy! he is cruel and wicked; and I never can bear to look at or speak to him! How dared he curse my dear, dear, good grandpa! How can I ever be respectful to him, when he is not even respectful to his own mother! Oh! I wish I had never come here! I shall always hate him!" At this juncture, Hagar entered, and lifted her back to her couch; and, remarking the agitation of her manner, the nurse said gravely, as she put her fingers on the girl's pulse: "What has flushed you so? Your face is hot; you have tired yourself sitting up too long. Did a gentleman come into the room a while ago?" "Yes, Mrs. Murray's son." "Did Miss Ellen--that is, my mistress--tell you that you were to live here, and get your education?" "Yes, she offered to take care of me for a few years." "Well, I am glad it is fixed, so--you can stay; for you can be a great comfort to Miss Ellen, if you try to please her." |
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