It Is Never Too Late to Mend by Charles Reade
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"Miss Merton has not been here this fortnight," said a pert teacher. Susan could have beat her. What will this good man think of me now? thought poor Susan. To her grateful relief, the good man took no notice of the observation; he looked at his watch. "Now, Miss Merton, if I am not giving you too much trouble," and they left the school. "You wish to see some of the folk in the village, sir?" "Yes." "Where shall I take you first, sir?" "Where I ought to go first." Susan looked puzzled. Mr. Eden stopped dead short. "Come, guess," said he, with a radiant smile, "and don't look so scared. I'll forgive you if you guess wrong." Susan looked this way and that, encouraged by his merry smile. She let out--scarce above a whisper, and in a tone of interrogation, as who should say this is not to be my last chance since I have only asked a question not risked an answer-- |
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