The Channings by Mrs. Henry Wood
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door and approached Constance, looking after Hamish as he went up the
stairs. "Do you see, Miss Constance?" she whispered. "He is carrying the books up with him, as usual!" At this juncture, Hamish turned round to speak to his sister. "Constance, I don't want any supper to-night, tell my mother. You can call me when it is time for the reading." "And he is going to set on at 'em, now, and he'll be at 'em till morning light!" continued Judith's whisper. "And he'll drop off into his grave with decline!--'taint in the nature of a young man to do without sleep--and that'll be the ending! And he'll burn himself up first, and all the house with him." "I think I will go and speak to him," debated Constance. "_I_ should," advised Judith. "The worst is, if the books must be done, why, they must; and I don't see that there is any help for it." But Constance hesitated, considerably. She did not at all like to interfere; it appeared so very much to resemble the work of a spy. Several minutes she deliberated, and then went slowly up the stairs. Knocking at Hamish's door, she turned the handle, and would have entered. It was locked. "Who's there?" called out Hamish. "Can I come in for a minute, Hamish? I want to say a word to you." |
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