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Le Fanu, Joseph Sheridan, 1814-1873

"Uncle Silas A Tale of Bartram-Haugh"


I am one of those unfortunate persons who always blushed when I most
wished to look indifferent; and now, to my inexpressible chagrin, with its
accustomed perversity, I felt the blush mount to my cheeks, and glow even
on my forehead.
I saw that he perceived this most disconcerting indication of a sentiment
the very idea of which was so detestable, that, equally enraged with myself
and with him, I did not know how to exhibit my contempt and indignation.
Mistaking the cause of my discomposure, Mr. Dudley Ruthyn laughed softly,
with an insufferable suavity.
'And there's some'at, lass, I must have in return. Honour thy father, you
know; you would not ha' me disobey the Governor? No, you wouldn't--would
ye?'
I darted at him a look which I hoped would have quelled his impertinence;
but I blushed most provokingly--more violently than ever.
'I'd back them eyes again' the county, I would,' he exclaimed, with a
condescending enthusiasm. 'You're awful pretty, you are, Maud. I don't know
what came over me t'other night when Governor told me to buss ye; but dang
it, ye shan't deny me now, and I'll have a kiss, lass, in spite o' thy
blushes.


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