The Golden Calf by M. E. (Mary Elizabeth) Braddon
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Edgehill to Worcester,' continued the girl; 'and he was wounded seven
times; and he was true to his master through every trial; and he had all the Wendover plate melted down; and he followed Charles the Second into exile; he mortgaged his estate to raise money for the king; and he married a very lovely French woman, who introduced turned-up noses into the family,' concluded Blanche, giving her tip-tilted nose a complacent toss. 'I thought it was a mercy that we were spared the old housekeeper,' said Urania, 'but really Blanche is worse.' 'Ida doesn't know all about our family, if you do,' protested Blanche. 'It is all new to her.' 'Yes, dear, it is all new and interesting to me,' said Ida. 'How much more deeply you would have been interested if Mr. Wendover had been here to expatiate upon his family tree,' said Urania. 'That might have made it still more interesting,' admitted Ida, with a frankness which took the sting out of Miss Rylance's remark. The young Wendovers had shown Ida everything. They had opened cabinets, peered into secret drawers, sniffed at the stale _pot-pourri_ in old crackle vases; they had dragged their willing victim through all the long slippery passages, by all the mysterious stairs and by-ways; they had obliged her to look at the interior of ghostly closets, where the ladies of old had stored their house linen or hung their mantuas and farthingales; they had made her look out of numerous windows to admire the prospect; they had introduced her to the state bedroom in which the |
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