Janice Meredith by Paul Leicester Ford
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morning which indicated either a desire for once to please his
master, or some other motive, for an obedience so prompt must have necessitated a moonlight start from Greenwood in order to reach Trenton so early. He was told to bait his horses at the tavern, and the time this took was spent by the girls in repeating farewells. "'T is a pity thee hast to go before Friend Penrhyn hath spoken," said Tibbie, regretfully. "Isn't it?" sighed Janice. "I did so want to see how he'd say it." "You may--perhaps Charles--" brokenly but suggestively remarked Tibbie. "Perhaps," responded Janice, "but 't will be very different. I know he'll--well, he'll be abrupt and--and excited, and will--his sentences will not be well thought out before-hand. Now Penrhyn would have spoken at length and feelingly. 'T would have been monstrously enjoyable." "At least thee'll find out who Thalia is." "Oh, Tibbie, I fear me I sha'n't dare. I tried to ask Mr. Taggart, who, being college-bred, ought to know, but I was so afraid she was a wicked woman, that I began to blush before I'd so much as got out the first word. I wish I was pale and delicate like Prissy Glover. 'T is mortifying to be so healthy." |
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