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No, it wasnt her mother; it was the French school-mistress, who didnt think it desirable. It comes to pretty much the same thing. And shes to return and live with you after Easter? I believe so. Is she a grave or a merry person? Never very grave, as far as I have seen of her. Sparkling would be the word for her, I think. Do you ever write to her? If you do, pray remember me to her, and tell her how we have been talking about heryou and I. I never write to her, said Molly, rather shortly. Tea came in; and after that they all went to bed. Molly heard her father exclaim at the fire in his bed- room, and Mr. Prestons reply I pique myself on my keen relish for all creature-comforts, and also on my power of doing without them, if need be. My lords woods are ample, and I indulge myself with a fire in my bed-room for nine months in the year; yet I could travel in Iceland without wincing from the cold. |
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