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He was quite peremptory, both in look and voice. The chill of
Mrs. Fairfax's warnings, and the damp of her doubts were upon me:
something of unsubstantiality and uncertainty had beset my hopes. I
half lost the sense of power over him. I was about mechanically to
obey him, without further remonstrance; but as he helped me into the
carriage, he looked at my face.
'What is the matter?' he asked; 'all the sunshine is gone. Do you
really wish the bairn to go? Will it annoy you if she is left behind?'
'I would far rather she went, sir.'
'Then off for your bonnet, and back like a flash of lightning!'
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cried he to Adele.
She obeyed him with what speed she might.
'After all, a single morning's interruption will not matter
much,' said he, 'when I mean shortly to claim you- your thoughts,
conversation, and company- for life.'
Adele, when lifted in, commenced kissing me, by way of expressing
her gratitude for my intercession: she was instantly stowed away
into a corner on the other side of him. She then peeped round to where
I sat; so stern a neighbour was too restrictive; to him, in his
present fractious mood, she dared whisper no observations, nor ask
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