The Good Time Coming by T. S. (Timothy Shay) Arthur
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"Indeed!" a little querulously. "Why don't you ask him?"
"I am not over-anxious on the subject. If he has any thing to confide to me, he will do it in his own good time." "Oh! you're too patient." The tone and manner of Miss Grace showed that she, at least, was not overstocked with the virtue. "Why should I be impatient?" "Why? Goodness me! Do you suppose that if I had a husband--and it's a blessed thing for me that I haven't--that I'd see him going off, day after day, with lips sealed like an oyster, and remain as patient as a pet lamb tied with a blue ribbon? Oh dear! no! Grace Markland's made of warmer stuff than that. I like people who talk right out. _I_ always do. Then you know where to place them. But Edward always had a hidden way about him." "Oh, no, Grace; I will not agree to that for a moment," said Mrs. Markland. "Won't you, indeed! I'm his sister, and ought to know something about him." "And I'm his wife," was the gentle response to this. "I know you are, and a deal too good for him--the provoking man!" said Grace, in her off-hand way, drawing her arm within that of Mrs. Markland, to whom she was strongly attached. "And that's what riles me up so." |
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