Malbone: an Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson
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"I have a much harder time than any coachman, Kate," retorted
the injured lady. "Nobody tries to stop him, and you are always hushing me up." "Hushing you up, darling?" said Kate. "When we only spoil you by praising and quoting everything you say." "Only when it amuses you," said Aunt Jane. "So long as I sit and cry my eyes out over a book, you all love me, and when I talk nonsense, you are ready to encourage it; but when I begin to utter a little sense, you all want to silence me, or else run out of the room! Yesterday I read about a newspaper somewhere, called the 'Daily Evening Voice'; I wish you would allow me a daily morning voice." "Do not interfere, Kate," said Hal. "Aunt Jane and I only wish to understand each other." "I am sure we don't," said Aunt Jane; "I have no desire to understand you, and you never will understand me till you comprehend Philip." "Let us agree on one thing," Harry said. "Surely, aunt, you know how he loves Hope?" Aunt Jane approached a degree nearer the equator, and said, gently, "I fear I do." "Fear?" |
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