Mary Anerley : a Yorkshire Tale by R. D. (Richard Doddridge) Blackmore
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She sat down, in fear of hysteria, but with her mind made up to stop it;
while the gallant Jellicorse was swept away by her eloquence, mixed with professional views. But it came home to him, from experience with his wife, that the less he said the wiser. But while he moved about, and almost danced, in his strong desire to be useful, there was another who sat quite still, and meant to have the final say. "From some confusion of ideas, I suppose, or possibly through my own fault," Philippa Yordas said, with less contempt in her voice than in her mind, "it seems that I can not make my meaning clear, even to my own sister. I said that we first must do the right, and scorn all legal subtleties. That we must maintain unselfish justice, and high sense of honor. Can there be any doubt what these dictate? What sort of daughters should we be if we basely betrayed our own father's will?" "Excellent, madam," the lawyer said; "that view of the case never struck me. But there is a great deal in it." "Oh, Philippa, how noble you are!" her sister Eliza cried; and cried no more, so far as tears go, for a long time afterward. CHAPTER VI ANERLEY FARM On the eastern coast of the same great county, at more than ninety miles of distance for a homing pigeon, and some hundred and twenty for |
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