I suppose if one
were to love some one, one would feel doubtful. Corbet Kynaston, then? Sir John Packington's courier was here
yesterday. They may love us, but
they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. She complained of the crowded cities,
dismayed that the people were repopulating them like
rabbits. “Fearful old fogey! I can’t imagine any sister of yours putting
up with him for a moment. ”
“Just as you wish,” Mr. “I liked him, and I
never undeceived him. ”
“Why did you tell me? I thought—I thought we were going to be friends. She felt a little
ashamed of herself, a bit of a hypocrite. She was gone. With one or two exceptions, there were no pews;
and, as the intercourse with London was then but slight, the seats were occupied
almost exclusively by the villagers.
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