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‘
"
Confound
his
impudence
!
"
said
my
uncle
,
bestowing
a
very
contemptuous
look
on
the
dying
heir
of
Filletoville
.
‘
"
As
you
may
guess
from
what
you
have
seen
,
"
said
the
young
lady
,
"
the
party
were
prepared
to
murder
me
if
I
appealed
to
any
one
for
assistance
.
If
their
accomplices
find
us
here
,
we
are
lost
.
Two
minutes
hence
may
be
too
late
.
The
mail
!
"
With
these
words
,
overpowered
by
her
feelings
,
and
the
exertion
of
sticking
the
young
Marquess
of
Filletoville
,
she
sank
into
my
uncle
’
s
arms
.
My
uncle
caught
her
up
,
and
bore
her
to
the
house
door
.
There
stood
the
mail
,
with
four
long
-
tailed
,
flowing
-
maned
,
black
horses
,
ready
harnessed
;
but
no
coachman
,
no
guard
,
no
hostler
even
,
at
the
horses
’
heads
.
‘
Gentlemen
,
I
hope
I
do
no
injustice
to
my
uncle
’
s
memory
,
when
I
express
my
opinion
,
that
although
he
was
a
bachelor
,
he
had
held
some
ladies
in
his
arms
before
this
time
;
I
believe
,
indeed
,
that
he
had
rather
a
habit
of
kissing
barmaids
;
and
I
know
,
that
in
one
or
two
instances
,
he
had
been
seen
by
credible
witnesses
,
to
hug
a
landlady
in
a
very
perceptible
manner
.
I
mention
the
circumstance
,
to
show
what
a
very
uncommon
sort
of
person
this
beautiful
young
lady
must
have
been
,
to
have
affected
my
uncle
in
the
way
she
did
;
he
used
to
say
,
that
as
her
long
dark
hair
trailed
over
his
arm
,
and
her
beautiful
dark
eyes
fixed
themselves
upon
his
face
when
she
recovered
,
he
felt
so
strange
and
nervous
that
his
legs
trembled
beneath
him
.
But
who
can
look
in
a
sweet
,
soft
pair
of
dark
eyes
,
without
feeling
queer
?
I
can
’
t
,
gentlemen
.
I
am
afraid
to
look
at
some
eyes
I
know
,
and
that
’
s
the
truth
of
it
.
‘
"
You
will
never
leave
me
,
"
murmured
the
young
lady
.
‘
"
Never
,
"
said
my
uncle
.
And
he
meant
it
too
.
‘
"
My
dear
preserver
!
"
exclaimed
the
young
lady
.
"
My
dear
,
kind
,
brave
preserver
!
"
‘
"
Don
’
t
,
"
said
my
uncle
,
interrupting
her
.
‘
"
‘
Why
?
"
inquired
the
young
lady
.
‘
"
Because
your
mouth
looks
so
beautiful
when
you
speak
,
"
rejoined
my
uncle
,
"
that
I
’
m
afraid
I
shall
be
rude
enough
to
kiss
it
.
"
‘
The
young
lady
put
up
her
hand
as
if
to
caution
my
uncle
not
to
do
so
,
and
said
—
No
,
she
didn
’
t
say
anything
—
she
smiled
.
When
you
are
looking
at
a
pair
of
the
most
delicious
lips
in
the
world
,
and
see
them
gently
break
into
a
roguish
smile
—
if
you
are
very
near
them
,
and
nobody
else
by
—
you
cannot
better
testify
your
admiration
of
their
beautiful
form
and
colour
than
by
kissing
them
at
once
.
My
uncle
did
so
,
and
I
honour
him
for
it
.
