A Knight of the Nineteenth Century by Edward Payson Roe
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there are plenty who can."
"As a favor to me, I will ask you to bear with him as long as possible. Can you not send him to your factory near New York on some errand? New scenes will divert his thoughts, and sudden and acute attacks, like his, usually do not last very long." "Well, well, I'll see." Mrs. Arnot returned to the parlor, but Haldane was no longer there. She went to his room, but, though he was within, she could obtain no response to her knocking, or to the kind tone in which she spoke his name. She sighed, but thought that perhaps he would be calmer and more open to reason on the morrow, and, therefore, returned to her own apartment. Indeed, she was glad to do so, for in her ill and suffering condition the strain had already been too great. She found Laura tearful and troubled, and could not do less than listen to her story. "Do you think I have done anything wrong, auntie?" asked the girl in deep anxiety. "No, dear, I think you have acted very sensibly. I wish I could have foreseen the trouble sooner, and saved you both from a disagreeable experience." "But uncle won't discharge Mr. Haldane on my account, will he?" she continued with almost equal solicitude. |
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