Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1852-03-29
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BLEAK HO : Il
BY CHARLES DICKENS.
CHAPTER III.
A p R o C R f s s .
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Continued.
He appeared to enjoy beyond every thing the
sound Of his own voice. l couldn't wonder at
that, for it was mellow and full, and gave great
importance to every word he uttered. He listen
ed to himself with obvious satisfaction, and some
times gently beat time TO his own music with his
head, or rounded sentence with his hand. l
was very much impressed by him-even then,
before knew that he formed himselfon the mod
ell off great lord who was his client, and that he
was generally called Conversation Kenge
''Mr. Jarndyce," he pursued, sbelng aware Of
the-I would say ,desolate-poston ofour young
friend, offers to place her at first rate establish
ment; where her education shall be completed,
where her comfort shall be secured, where her
reasonable wants shall be anticipated, where she
shall be eminently qualified to discharge her du-
ty in that station of life unto which il has pleased
shall say Providence?-to call her."
My heart was filled so full, both by what he
said, and by his affecting manner of saying
it, that was not able to speak, though tried.
''Mr. Jarndyce,' he went on, s'makes no con-
dition, beyond expressing his expectation, that
our young friend will not at any time remove
herself from the establishment in question without
his knowledge and concurrence That she will
faithfully apply herself to the acquisition of those
accomplishments, upon the exercise of which she
will be ultimately dependent. That she will
tread in the paths of virtue and honor, and, the,
a, SO forth.''
was still less able to speak than, before.
''Now, what does our young friend say?'s pro-
ceeded Mr.. Kenge. ''lake time, take tme
pause for her reply. But take time!''
What the destitute subject of such an offer
tried TO say, need not repeat. What she did
say, could more easily tell, if it were worth the
telling. What she felt, and will feel to her dy-
in hour, | could never relate.
This interview took place at Windsor, where
| had passed Gas far as knew my whole life.
On that day week, amply provided with all the
necessaries, left it, inside the stage-coacb, for
Reading.
Mrs Rachael was too good to feel any emo
ton at parting, but was not so good. and wept
bitterly. thought that ought to have known
he1 better after so many years, and ought to have
made myself enough Of favorite with her to
make her sorry then. When she gave me one
cold parting kiss upon my forehead, like lhaw
drop from the stone porch, III was very frosty
day. felt SO miserable and self reproachful, that
| chung to her and told her it was my fault, |
knew, that she could say good-by so easily.
''No, Esthern' she returned 1t is your mis-
fortune''
The coach was at the little lawn gate, we had
not come out until we heard the wheels, aad thus
left her with sorrowful heart. She went in
before my boxes were lifted to the coach roof,
and shut the door. As long as | could see the
house, | looked back at it from the window
through my tears. My godmother had left Mrs.
Rachael all the little property she possessed; and
there was to be sale; and an old hearth rug
with roses on it, which always seemed to me the
first thing in the world had ever seen, was
hanging outside in the frost and snow. A day
or two before, | had wrapped the dear old doin
her own shawl, and quietly laid her, am half
ashamed to tell il, in the garden earth, under the
tree that shaded my old window. l had no com
panion left but my bird, and him carried with
me in his cage.
When the house was out of sight, / sat with
my bird cage in the straw at my feet, forward on
the low seat, to look out of the high window;
watching the frosty trees, that were like beauti-
full pieces of spar; and the fields all smooth and
and white with last nights snow; and The sun,
so red, but yielding SO little heat; and the ice,
dark like metal, where the skaters and siders
had brushed the away. There was gen
tleman in the coach who sat on the opposite seat,
looking very laI &c in quantity of wrappiDgs, but
he sat gazing out of the other window, and took
no notice of me.
| thought Of my dead godmother; Of the night
when | read to her; of her frowning so fxedly
and sternly in her bed of the strange place was
going to; Of the people should find there, and
what they would be like, and what they would
say to me; when voice in the coach gave me a
terrible start.
1t said, ''What the devil are you crying
for?''
| was so frightened that lost my voice, and
could only answer in a whisper. s'Me, sir?'' for
of course it must have been the gentleman in the
quantity of wrappings, though he was still look
ing out of the window.
eyes you,' he said, turning round.
81 did not know was crying, sir,'' fall
tered.
''But you arer' said the gentleman. sGLook
heren' He came quite opposite to me from the
other corner of the coach, brushed one of his
large furry cuffs across my eyes (but without
hurting meg and showed me that it was wet
"There! now you know you are,'' he said
"Don't youl''
''Yes, sir,'' said.
,'And what are you crying fol?' said the gen.
teman. "Don't you want to 20 there?''
ssWhere, sir?''
"Where' Why. wherever you are GOING
said the gentleman.
81 am very glad to go there, sir, / answered.
swell, then! Look glad!'' said the gentle-
man.
thought he was very strange; or at least
that what could see Of him was very strange.
for he was wrapped up to the chin, and his face
was almost hidden in a fur cap, with broad fur
straps at the side of his head, fastened under the
chin; but Twas composed again and not afraid
of him, So told him that thought must have
been crying, because of my godmother's death,
and because of Mrs. Rachaelss not being sorry 10
part with me.
a'sCon-found Mrs. Rachael''' said the gentle
man ssI et her Hv vvav in n hgh ,u;nd on a