I can’t imagine
Londoners—particularly interested in me. ***
Madame la Comtesse de St Erme regarded the English major with a lacklustre
eye, Gerald thought. "What!" she exclaimed, almost choked with passion,—"I advised you to burthen
yourself with that idle and good-for-nothing pauper, who'm you ought rather to
send to the workhouse than maintain at your own expense, did I! I advised you
to take him as an apprentice; and, so far from getting the regular fee with him, to
give him a salary? I advised you to feed him, and clothe him, and treat him like
his betters; to put up with his insolence, and wink at his faults? I counselled all
this, I suppose. "And you, Marvel, you must have
been a party—"
"I, Sir!"
"If he's not found, I'll get a new hangman. Sometimes the music would be tender and
dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so
gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be
like the storms crashing, thunderous. You have been to me like a mother, not only a wetnurse. —Providence, I mean—HAS arranged it so that
men will keep you, more or less.
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