I must make the best of it as I am, with
my little nephew there to help me."
He left the room. His sister's tears fell fast as she followed him into
the parlor. "There is something so forlorn and dreadful in your leaving
us like this," she said. "Shall I go to Aldborough to-morrow, Robert,
and try if I can get acquainted with her for your sake?"
"No!" he replied. "Let her be. If it's ordered that I am to see that
girl again, I _shall_ see her. Leave it to the future, and you leave
it right." He put on his shoes, and took up his hat and stick. "I won't
overwalk myself," he said, cheerfully. "If the coach doesn't overtake me
on the road, I can wait for it where I stop to breakfast. Dry your eyes,
my dear, and give me a kiss."
She was like her brother in features and complexion, and she had a touch
of her brother's spirit; she dashed away the tears, and took her leave
of him bravely.
"I shall be back in a year's time," said Kirke, falling into his old
sailor-like way at the door. "I'll bring you a China shawl, Lizzie, and
a chest of tea for your store-room. Don't let the boys forget me, and
don't think I'm doing wrong to leave you in this way.
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