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t an unusual hour. He went up to different objects in the room, as if examining them, but Margaret saw that it

d Mr. Thornton to c

n expression of pain on her face which had become habitual to her of la

or? And Dixon is washing my muslins and laces, and there is no soft water with th

which drifted right from the east, only he did not yet understand the points

d wrapping her shawl about her still more closely.

rains and blows, the more certain we are to have him. But I'll go and help Dixon. I'm getting to be a famous clear-starcher. And he won't want any amusement beyond talking to papa. Papa, I

like him, or think him agreeable,

d her throat in

papa. But Mr. Thornton comes here as you

on in Milton,'

akes. Dixon will be flattered if we ask her to make

hy she might prevent her from carrying the recital of her sorrows to Mrs. Hale. Every now and then, Margaret had to remind herself of her father's regard for Mr. Thornton, to subdue the irritation of weariness that was stealing over her, and bringing on one of the bad headaches to which she had

nly'-'Oh, mamma!' said Margaret, lifting herself up, 'don't punish me so for a careless speech. I don't mind ironing, or any kind of work, for you and papa. I am myself a born and bred lady through it all, even though it comes to scouring a floor, or washing dishes. I am tired now, just for a little while;

at the firm, severe, dignified woman, who never gave way in street-courtesy, or paused in her straight-onward course to the clearly-defined end which she proposed to herself. She was handsomely dressed in stout black silk, of which not a thread was worn or discoloured. She was mending a large long table-cloth of the finest texture, holding it up against the light occasionally to discover thin places, which required her delicate care. There was not a book about in the room, with the exception of Matthew Henry's Bible Commentaries, six

Is th

the door and

thought you were going to tea with th

er; I am come

isfied with dressing once in a day. Why should you d

man, and his wife and

each too? What do they do? Yo

er seen Mrs. Hale; I have only

t get caught by a p

in that way, which, you know, is offensive to me. I never was aware of any young lady trying t

the point to her son; or else she had,

od feeling to go angling after husbands; but this Miss Hale comes out of the arist

racted, and he came a st

she treated me with a haughty civility which had a strong flavour of contempt in it. She held hers

clergyman's daughter, to turn up her nose at you! I would dress for none o

y. As for Mrs. Hale, I will tell you what she is like to-n

r! Boy and man, he's the noblest, stoutest heart I ever knew. I don't care if I am his mother; I can see what's