I don't know how I
got into the hall. I was in the oak-parlour, I believe, when I saw cousin
Monica. I was standing, my arms extended. I could not speak; but I ran with
a loud long scream into her arms. I forget a great deal after that.
CONCLUSION
Oh, my beloved cousin Monica! Thank Heaven, you are living still, and
younger, I think, than I in all things but in years.
And Milly, my dear companion, she is now the happy wife of that good little
clergyman, Sprigge Biddlepen. It has been in my power to be of use to them,
and he shall have the next presentation to Dawling.
Meg Hawkes, proud and wayward, and the most affectionate creature on earth,
was married to Tom Brice a few months after these events; and, as both
wished to emigrate, I furnished them with the capital, and I am told they
are likely to be rich. I hear from my kind Meg often, and she seems very
happy.
My dear old friends, Mary Quince and Mrs. Rusk, are, alas! growing old, but
living with me, and very happy. And after long solicitation, I persuaded
Doctor Bryerly, the best and truest of ministers, with my dearest friend's
concurrence, to undertake the management of the Derbyshire estates.
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