Uncle Silas - A Tale of Bartram-Haugh by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
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I raised my head suddenly as he spoke, from habit appropriating the address; it was so marked that he raised his hat respectfully to me, and then continued to Milly-- 'Mr. Ruthyn, I hope, quite well? but I need hardly ask, you seem so happy. Will you kindly tell him, that I expect the book I mentioned in a day or two, and when it comes I'll either send or bring it to him immediately?' Milly and I were standing, by this time, but she only stared at him, tongue-tied, her cheeks rather flushed, and her eyes very round, and to facilitate the dialogue, as I suppose, he said again-- 'He's quite well, I hope?' Still no response from Milly, and I, provoked, though myself a little shy, made answer-- 'My uncle, Mr. Ruthyn, is very well, thank you,' and I felt that I blushed as I spoke. 'Ah, pray excuse me, may I take a great liberty? you are Miss Ruthyn, of Knowl? Will you think me very impertinent--I'm afraid you will--if I venture to introduce myself? My name is Carysbroke, and I had the honour of knowing poor Mr. Ruthyn when I was quite a little boy, and he has shown a kindness for me since, and I hope you will pardon the liberty I fear I've taken. I think my friend, Lady Knollys, too, is a relation of yours; what a charming person she is!' 'Oh, is not she? such a darling!' I said, and then blushed at my outspoken |
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