What a long way! I wonder Mrs. Reed is not afraid to trust her so far alone.
I did so, not at first aware what was his intention; but when I saw him lift and poise the book and stand in act to hurl it, I instinctively started aside with a cry of alarm: not soon enough, however; the volume was flung, it hit me, and I fell, striking my head against the door and cutting it. The cut bled, the pain was sharp: my terror had passed its climax; other feelings succeeded.
I will not give him that trouble, I answered. I will go, if no better may be; but I don’t like it. Shall you be there, Mrs. Fairfax?
Would you like to drink, or could you eat anything?
And when did you find time to do them? They have taken much time, and some thought.
It passes me! she continued; but no doubt, it is true since you say so. How it will answer, I cannot tell: I really don’t know. Equality of position and fortune is often advisable in such cases; and there are twenty years of difference in your ages. He might almost be your father.
But he has no family.
What did you say, my dear? I am a little deaf, returned the good lady, approaching her ear to my mouth.
Where did you last reside? he now asked.
Silence! This violence is all most repulsive: and so, no doubt, she felt it. I was a precocious actress in her eyes; she sincerely looked on me as a compound of virulent passions, mean spirit, and dangerous duplicity.