Clever Woman of the Family by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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even own that he had been precipitate.
"Let her get accustomed to the idea," he said with a shrewd smile. "The very outcry she makes against it will be all in my favour when the turn comes." "I doubt whether you will find it so." "All the world does not live on romance like you, man. Look on, and you will see that a pretty young widow like her cannot fail to get into scrapes; have offers made to her, or at least the credit of them. I'd lay you ten pounds that you are said to be engaged to her yourself by this time, and it is no one's fault but your own that you are not. It is in the very nature of things that she will be driven to shelter herself from the persecution, with whoever has bided his time." "Oh, if you prefer being accepted on such terms--" He smiled, as if the romance of the exclamation were beneath contempt, and proceeded--"A pretty, gracious, ladylike woman, who has seen enough of the world to know how to take her place, and yet will be content with a quiet home. It is an introduction I thank you for, Colin." "And pray," said Colin, the more inwardly nettled because he knew that his elder brother enjoyed his annoyance, "what do you think of those seven slight encumbrances?" "Oh, they are your charge," returned Lord Keith, with a twinkle in |
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