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Collins, Wilkie, 1824-1889

"No Name"

"Now your friends
know where you are, they may come down on us at a day's notice. Could
you manage it in a week?"
"I'll manage it in half the time," she said, with a hard, defiant laugh.
"Leave us together this morning as you left us at Dunwich, and take Mrs.
Wragge with you, as an excuse for parting company. Is the paint dry yet?
Go downstairs and tell him I am coming directly."
So, for the second time, Miss Garth's well-meant efforts defeated their
own end. So the fatal force of circumstance turned the hand that would
fain have held Magdalen back into the hand that drove her on.
The captain returned to his visitor in the parlor, after first stopping
on his way to issue his orders for the walking excursion to Mrs. Wragge.
"I am shocked to have kept you waiting," he said, sitting down again
confidentially by Noel Vanstone's side. "My only excuse is, that my
niece had accidentally dressed her hair so as to defeat our object. I
have been persuading her to alter it, and young ladies are apt to be a
little obstinate on questions relating to their toilet. Give her a chair
on that side of you when she comes in, and take your look at her neck
comfortably before we start for our walk.


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