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He sent
me flowers. It seemed to make her sister downcast beyond any
precedent. It would have been very well
if she had been some common creature who might have been bought off. Winifred's
features would have been pretty, for they were regular and delicately formed, if
they had not been slightly marked by the small-pox;—a disorder, that sometimes
spares more than it destroys, and imparts an expression to be sought for in vain
in the smoothest complexion. He had been
abusing them for a long time when I arrived. You must, know, Sir
Rowland—for I've no secrets from you—that, in the course of my business I've
found it convenient to become the owner of a small Dutch sloop; by means of
which I can transmit any light ware,—such as gold watches, rings, and plate, as
well as occasionally a bank or goldsmith's note, which has been spoken with by
way of the mail,—you understand me?—to Holland or Flanders, and obtain a
secure and ready market for them. “Wow. She is English! I am
sure of that. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that
I had better not?”
He smiled indulgently. I never made any effort to touch them; so by and by
they learned to light fearlessly on my arms and shoulders. I was his wife. She felt a lump
rise in her throat, for she had come to love living in
America. You do not understand, and
you would like to.
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