"But it's no trick," said Mary. "She is so poorly, she was last night, at least; and to-day she's so faded and weak."
"Poor soul! I dare say. I only mean for Jem's sake; as so much is known, it won't do now to hang back. But I'll ask Mr. Bridgenorth. I'll e'en take your doctor's advice. Yo tarry at home, and I'll come to yo in an hour's time. Go thy ways, wench."
CHAPTER XXV.
MRS. WILSON'S DETERMINATION.
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"Something
there was, what, none presumed to say, Clouds lightly passing on a smiling day,— Whispers and hints which went from ear to ear, And mixed reports no judge on earth could clear." Crabbe. |
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"Curious
conjectures he may always make, And either side of dubious questions take." Ib. |
Mary went home. Oh! how her head did ache, and how dizzy her brain was growing! But there would be time enough she felt for giving way, hereafter.
So she sat quiet and still by an effort; sitting near the window, and looking out of it, but seeing nothing, when all at once she caught sight of something which roused her up, and made her draw back.
But it was too late. She had been seen.