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Le Fanu, Joseph Sheridan, 1814-1873

"Uncle Silas A Tale of Bartram-Haugh"


'I beg you will not use such language in my room,' I replied, very angrily.
'I saw the chaise at the door; your untruth signifies very little, but
your impertinence here I will not permit. Should it be repeated, I will
assuredly complain to my uncle.'
The old woman flushed more fiercely as I spoke, and fixed her bleared glare
on me, with a compression of her mouth that amounted to a wicked grimace.
She resisted her angry impulse, however, and only chuckled a little
spitefully, saying,
'No offence, miss: it be a way we has in Derbyshire o' speaking our minds.
No offence, miss, were meant, and none took, as I hopes,' and she made me
another courtesy. 'And I forgot to tell you, Miss Milly, the master wants
you this minute.'
So Milly, in mute haste, withdrew, followed closely by L'Amour.


CHAPTER XXXVII
_DOCTOR BRYERLY EMERGES_

When Milly joined me at breakfast, her eyes were red and swollen. She was
still sniffing with that little sobbing hiccough, which betrays, even were
there no other signs, recent violent weeping. She sat down quite silent.
'Is he worse, Milly?' I enquired, anxiously.


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