This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1851 edition. Excerpt: ...authority, Mr. Rawlings left the room. Throughout this little scene, Mrs. Rawlings had taken no part beyond that of betraying ...
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1851 edition. Excerpt: ...authority, Mr. Rawlings left the room. Throughout this little scene, Mrs. Rawlings had taken no part beyond that of betraying extreme uneasiness, and endeavouring to conciliate everybody by deprecating excessive emotions on both sides. But now Mr. Rawlings was gone she thought it necessary to assume more active functions. "My dear child," she said to Margaret, " what in the world could have thrown you into such a flutter? Why, my dear, it's a wonderful match. Think what everybody will say down at Yarlton when they hear that you have sprung up into Lady Eton? How Old Pogey will stare; and won't the Winstons be astonished 'P' "Don't talk to me, mammal" said Margaret, whose two hands were clasped in Clara's, who was rubbing them very diligently as if the poor child were cold, although at that moment she had all the symptoms of a high fever. Mrs. Rawlings could not understand Margaret's extraordinary sensibility on this matter. For her part she always sided with the strong and the wonderful, except when the romantic elements of her nature happened to seduce her the other way; but, as she was entirely ignorant of the attachment between Margaret and Henry Winston, she could see no reason why Margaret, instead of being made miserable by hiscentslordship's proposal, wasn'ttlifted up into an ecstasy by it. Now Clara was quite as ignorant of the attachment as her mamma, but her quick sympathy penetrated the mystery in an instam, and she saw clearly that this sudden emotion gushed out of some ffeeling which Margaret had hitherto hidden from her. Mrs. Rawlings ran on with a provoking panegyric on Lord Charles, and Margaret listened to her in a sortof trance, while Clara, wh
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