The Channings by Mrs. Henry Wood
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ought to do. William, how could I reconcile it to my conscience not to
help?" she continued. "Think of papa! think of his strait! It appears to be a plain duty thrown in my path." "By yourself, Constance?" "Not by myself," she whispered, lifting for a moment her large blue eyes. "Oh, William, William, do not be displeased with me! do not forbid it! It is honourable to work--it is right to do what we can. Strive to see it in the right light." "Let that carnation alone, Constance; give your attention to me. What if I do forbid it?" She walked a little forward, leaving the carnation bed, and halted under the shade of the dark cedar tree, her heart and colour alike fading. Mr. Yorke followed and stood before her. "William, I must do my duty. There is no other way open to me, by which I can earn something to help in this time of need, except that of becoming a governess. Many a lady, better born than I, has done it before me." "A daily governess, I think you said?" "Papa could not spare me to go out altogether; Annabel could not spare me either; and--" "I would not spare you," he struck in, filling up her pause. "Was that what you were about to say, Constance?" The rosy hue stole over her face again, and a sweet smile to her lips: |
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