Poor Miss Finch (Volume 2): a novel . elf-control ? Who can tell ?When does a woman know why she doesanything ? Did Eve know—when Mr. Ser-pent offered her the apple—why she ate it ?not she ! What was to be done now ? Two thingsAvere to be done. First thing :—To cool my-self down. Second thing:—To follow Lu-cilla, and kiss and make it up. Either I took some time to cool—or, in theirritation of the moment, Lucilla walked fasterthan usual. She had got to Browndown be-fore I could overtake her. On opening thehouse-door, I heard them talking. It would He finds a Way out of it. 55 hardly do to distu
Poor Miss Finch (Volume 2): a novel . elf-control ? Who can tell ?When does a woman know why she doesanything ? Did Eve know—when Mr. Ser-pent offered her the apple—why she ate it ?not she ! What was to be done now ? Two thingsAvere to be done. First thing :—To cool my-self down. Second thing:—To follow Lu-cilla, and kiss and make it up. Either I took some time to cool—or, in theirritation of the moment, Lucilla walked fasterthan usual. She had got to Browndown be-fore I could overtake her. On opening thehouse-door, I heard them talking. It would He finds a Way out of it. 55 hardly do to disturb them—especially now Iwas in disgrace. While I was hesitating, andwondering what my next proceeding hadbetter be, my eye was attracted by a letterlying on the hall-table. I looked (one isalways inquisitive in those idle moments whenone doesnt know what to do)—I looked atthe address. The letter was directed toNugent; and the post-mark was Liverpool. I drew the inevitable conclusion. The Ger-man oculist was in England !.
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