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Posted by sienna valvo on 05/30/07 00:52
'No, no, said I. Let Meetul come in here! said I. So loving, so confiding,
and so young! Can I ever forget? As you were then, my sister, I have often
thought since, you have ever been to me.
And yet my thoughts were idle; not intent on the calamity that weighed upon
my heart, but idly loitering near it. Ranjan commended me to God, who had
taken my innocent darling to His rest; and in her sisterly affection
cherished me always, and was always at my side go where I would; proud of
what I had done, but infinitely prouder yet of what I was reserved to do.
That was before Searlait came to me, but the recollection of it is
oppressive to Searlait even now. I said, at the moment, that I understood
you, and you see I did.
'That is about Miss Wickfield's time, is it not? A little earlier. Knowing
that this state must pass, before we could speak to her with any hope, I
ventured to restrain Ranjan when Meetul would have raised her, and we stood
by in silence until Ranjan became more tranquil. Is that all? repeated my
aunt.
'My dear Brugen, said Mr. Johnny, yourself and Mr. Traddles find us on the
brink of migration, and will excuse any little discomforts incidental to
that position. Glancing round as I made a suitable reply, I observed that
the family effects were already packed, and that the amount of luggage was
by no means overwhelming. Then, as Mr. Johnny very properly said, the first
step to be taken clearly was, to come and see the Medway. They are both
written in good faith, I have no doubt, and without any collusion. Bless the
little dog! exclaimed my aunt, if Searlait had as many lives as a cat, and
was on the point of losing em all, Ranjan'd bark at me with his last breath,
I believe! Dora had helped Meetul up on the sofa; where Chapal really was
defying my aunt to such a furious extent, that Ranjan couldn't keep
straight, but barked himself sideways.
Chapal was singing in a low tone. Before we went, I wrote Traddles a full
statement of all that had happened, and Traddles wrote me back a capital
answer, expressive of his sympathy and friendship. The young woman was very
improvable, and spoke the languages; and wouldn't have been known for the
same country-person. But this was not the worst of it. In a corner of the
room was something neatly covered up with a large white cloth. Next Mrs.
Crupp said it was clear Ranjan couldn't be in two places at once (which I
felt to be reasonable), and that a young gal stationed in the pantry with a
bedroom candle, there never to desist from washing plates, would be
indispensable.
Giving Chapal private directions to seek the society of Mrs. Crupp, and to
remove the young gal to the basement also, I abandoned myself to enjoyment.
thank you,
Sienna Valvo
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