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"
Oh
,
dear
,
because
I
have
always
loved
him
.
I
should
never
like
scolding
any
one
else
so
well
;
and
that
is
a
point
to
be
thought
of
in
a
husband
.
"
"
Your
mind
is
quite
settled
,
then
,
Mary
?
"
said
Caleb
,
returning
to
his
first
tone
.
"
There
’
s
no
other
wish
come
into
it
since
things
have
been
going
on
as
they
have
been
of
late
?
"
(
Caleb
meant
a
great
deal
in
that
vague
phrase
;
)
"
because
,
better
late
than
never
.
A
woman
must
not
force
her
heart
—
she
’
ll
do
a
man
no
good
by
that
.
"
"
My
feelings
have
not
changed
,
father
,
"
said
Mary
,
calmly
.
"
I
shall
be
constant
to
Fred
as
long
as
he
is
constant
to
me
.
I
don
’
t
think
either
of
us
could
spare
the
other
,
or
like
any
one
else
better
,
however
much
we
might
admire
them
.
It
would
make
too
great
a
difference
to
us
—
like
seeing
all
the
old
places
altered
,
and
changing
the
name
for
everything
.
We
must
wait
for
each
other
a
long
while
;
but
Fred
knows
that
.
"
Instead
of
speaking
immediately
,
Caleb
stood
still
and
screwed
his
stick
on
the
grassy
walk
.
Then
he
said
,
with
emotion
in
his
voice
,
"
Well
,
I
’
ve
got
a
bit
of
news
.
What
do
you
think
of
Fred
going
to
live
at
Stone
Court
,
and
managing
the
land
there
?
"
"
How
can
that
ever
be
,
father
?
"
said
Mary
,
wonderingly
.
"
He
would
manage
it
for
his
aunt
Bulstrode
.
The
poor
woman
has
been
to
me
begging
and
praying
.
She
wants
to
do
the
lad
good
,
and
it
might
be
a
fine
thing
for
him
.
With
saving
,
he
might
gradually
buy
the
stock
,
and
he
has
a
turn
for
farming
.
"
"
Oh
,
Fred
would
be
so
happy
!
It
is
too
good
to
believe
.
"
"
Ah
,
but
mind
you
,
"
said
Caleb
,
turning
his
head
warningly
,
"
I
must
take
it
on
MY
shoulders
,
and
be
responsible
,
and
see
after
everything
;
and
that
will
grieve
your
mother
a
bit
,
though
she
mayn
’
t
say
so
.
Fred
had
need
be
careful
.
"
"
Perhaps
it
is
too
much
,
father
,
"
said
Mary
,
checked
in
her
joy
.
"
There
would
be
no
happiness
in
bringing
you
any
fresh
trouble
.
"
