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Youve not said anything about Roger, yet. No; I didnt know if you would care to hear. He is very much older-looking; quite a strong grown-up man. And papa says he is much graver. Ask me any questions, if you want to know, but I have only seen him once. I was in hopes he would have left the neighbourhood by this time. Mamma said he was going to travel again. I cant tell, said Molly. I suppose you know, she continued, but hesitating a little before she spoke, that he wishes to see you? No! I never heard. I wish he would have been satisfied with my letter. It was as decided as I could make it. If I say I wont see him, I wonder if his will or mine will be the stronger? His, said Molly. But you must see him; you owe it to him. He will never be satisfied without it. Suppose he talks me round into resuming the engagement? I should only break it off again. Surely, you cant be talked round, if your mind is made up. But perhaps it is not really, Cynthia? asked she, with a little wistful anxiety betraying itself in her face. It is quite made up. I am going to teach little Russian girls, and am never going to marry nobody. You are not serious, Cynthia. And yet it is a very serious thing. But Cynthia went into one of her wild moods, and no more reason or sensible meaning was to be got out of her at the time. |
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