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Nancy came in to replace glasses and spoons in the cupboard. By some accident, the careful old servant broke one of the former. NANCY CAME IN TO REPLACE GLASSES AND SPOONS IN THE CUPBOARD BY SOME ACCIDENT THE CAREFUL OLD SERVANT BROKE ONE OF THE FORMER
ccasionally wandered off to speak about Edward, and how favorably his future prospects would be advanced by the engagement. "Let me see--there's the house in Combehurst: the rent of that would be a hundred and fifty a-year, but we'll not reckon that. But there's the quarries" (she was reckoning upon her fingers in default of a slate, for which she had vainly searched), "we'll call them two hundred a-year, for I don't believe Mr. Buxton's stories about their only bringing him in seven-pence; and there's Newbridge, that's certainly thirteen hundred--where had I got to, Maggie?" "Dear mamma, do go and lie down for a little; you look quite flushed," said Maggie, softly. Was this the manner to view her betrothal with such a man as Frank? Her mother's remarks depressed her more than she could have thought it possible; the excitement of the morning was having its reaction, and she longed to go up to the solitude under the thorn-tree, where she had hoped to spend a quiet, thoughtful afternoon. SSUS BROWNE SAT WITH MAGGIE SHE OCCASIONALLY WANDERED OFF TO SPEAK ABOUT EDWARD AND HOW FAVOURABLE HIS FUTURE PROSPECTS WOULD BE ADVANCED BY THE ENGAGEMENT LET ME SEE THERE'S A HOUSE IN COOMBEHURST THE RENT OF THAT WOULD BE A HUNDRED AND FIFTY A YEAR BUT WILL NOT RECKON THAT AND THERE'S THE QUARRIES SHE WAS RECKONING UPON HER FINGERS IN DEFAULT OF A SLATE FOR WHICH SHE HAD VAINLY SEARCHED WILL CALL THEM TWO HUNDRED A YEAR FOR I DON'T BELIEVE MISTER BUXON'S STORIES ABOUT THEIR ONLY BRINGING HIM IN SEVENPENCE AND THERE'S NEW BRIDGE THAT'S CERTAINLY THIRTEEN HUNDRED WHERE HAD I GOT TO MAGGIE DEAR MAMMA DO GO AND LIE DOWN FOR A LITTLE YOU LOOK QUITE FLUSHED SAID MAGGIE SOFTLY WAS THIS THE MANNER TO VIEW HER BETROTHAL WITH SUCH A MAN AS FRANK HER MOTHER'S REMARKS DEPRESSED HER MORE THAN SHE COULD HAVE THOUGHT IT POSSIBLE THE EXCITEMENT OF THE MORNING WAS HAVING ITS REACTION AND SHE LONGED TO GO UP TO THE SOLITUDE UNDER THE THORN TREE WHERE SHE HAD HOPED TO SPEND A QUIET THOUGHTFUL AFTERNOON
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