Harper's new monthly magazine . r conscience told her that Mr. Grahammight probably not approve of this sort of prac-tice for conjugal duties, and in spite of her fail-ing eyes she resolved to do her duty. Nevermind them, Mary, said she. I remember nowthat you were doing your own before dinner. Of course I was, said Mary, sulkily. Andas for practice, I dont suppose hell want me todo more of that than any thing else. Well, dear, put them by. And Miss Snowdid put them by, resuming Rasselas as she didso. Who darned the stockings of Rasselas andfelt that the buttons were tight on his shirts ?What
Harper's new monthly magazine . r conscience told her that Mr. Grahammight probably not approve of this sort of prac-tice for conjugal duties, and in spite of her fail-ing eyes she resolved to do her duty. Nevermind them, Mary, said she. I remember nowthat you were doing your own before dinner. Of course I was, said Mary, sulkily. Andas for practice, I dont suppose hell want me todo more of that than any thing else. Well, dear, put them by. And Miss Snowdid put them by, resuming Rasselas as she didso. Who darned the stockings of Rasselas andfelt that the buttons were tight on his shirts ?What a happy valley must it have been if abride expectant were free from all such caresas these! I suppose, Mary, it will be some time inthe spring of next year. Mrs. Thomas wasnot reading, and therefore a little conversationfrom time to time was to her a solace. What will be, Mrs. Thomas? Why the marriage. I suppose it will. He told father it shouldbe early in 18—, and I shall be past twentythen. 206 HARPERS NEW MONTHLY MAKYS letter. I wonder where youll go to live. I dont know. He has never said any thingabout that. I suppose not; but Im sure it will be a longway away from Peckham. In answer to thisMary said nothing, but could not help wishingthat it might be so. Peckham to her had not been a place bright with happiness, althoughshe had become in so marked a way a child ofgood fortune. And then, moreover, she had adeep care on her mind with which the streetsand houses and pathways of Peckham were close-ly connected. It Avould be very expedient thatshe should go far, far away from Peckham when ORLEY FARM. 207 she had become, ia actual fact, the very wife ofFelix Graham. Miss Mary, whispered the red-armed maidof all work, creeping up to Marys bedroom doorwhen they had all retired for the night, andwhispering through the chink. Miss somethink to say. And Mary opened thedoor. Ive got a letter from him: and themaid of all work absolutely produced a little noteincl
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