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‘
Presently
,
ma
’
am
,
presently
,
’
said
the
stranger
,
not
having
yet
removed
his
eyes
from
her
countenance
.
‘
You
have
been
recently
married
,
ma
’
am
?
’
‘
I
have
,
’
replied
Arabella
,
in
a
scarcely
audible
tone
,
laying
aside
her
work
,
and
becoming
greatly
agitated
as
a
thought
,
that
had
occurred
to
her
before
,
struck
more
forcibly
upon
her
mind
.
‘
Without
having
represented
to
your
husband
the
propriety
of
first
consulting
his
father
,
on
whom
he
is
dependent
,
I
think
?
’
said
the
stranger
.
Arabella
applied
her
handkerchief
to
her
eyes
.
‘
Without
an
endeavour
,
even
,
to
ascertain
,
by
some
indirect
appeal
,
what
were
the
old
man
’
s
sentiments
on
a
point
in
which
he
would
naturally
feel
much
interested
?
’
said
the
stranger
.
‘
I
cannot
deny
it
,
Sir
,
’
said
Arabella
.
‘
And
without
having
sufficient
property
of
your
own
to
afford
your
husband
any
permanent
assistance
in
exchange
for
the
worldly
advantages
which
you
knew
he
would
have
gained
if
he
had
married
agreeably
to
his
father
’
s
wishes
?
’
said
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
This
is
what
boys
and
girls
call
disinterested
affection
,
till
they
have
boys
and
girls
of
their
own
,
and
then
they
see
it
in
a
rougher
and
very
different
light
!
’
Arabella
’
s
tears
flowed
fast
,
as
she
pleaded
in
extenuation
that
she
was
young
and
inexperienced
;
that
her
attachment
had
alone
induced
her
to
take
the
step
to
which
she
had
resorted
;
and
that
she
had
been
deprived
of
the
counsel
and
guidance
of
her
parents
almost
from
infancy
.
‘
It
was
wrong
,
’
said
the
old
gentleman
in
a
milder
tone
,
‘
very
wrong
.
It
was
romantic
,
unbusinesslike
,
foolish
.
’
‘
It
was
my
fault
;
all
my
fault
,
Sir
,
’
replied
poor
Arabella
,
weeping
.
