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Warfield, Catherine A.

"Miriam Monfort A Novel"

Did you never suspect anything of that sort?"
he asked, carelessly.
"Never; nor did I suppose any one else was stupid or wicked enough to
entertain such an idea. I, being tolerably acute, _knew_ better,
fortunately."
"My dear little girl, you are entirely too chivalrous and confiding
where your feelings are engaged. What if I were to assure that this plan
had been agitated?"
"I should think you had been deceived, or that you were deceiving me,
one or the other. I should not _believe_ you, that would be all. You
understand me now, Mr. Bainrothe; there are no purer people than the
Stanburys--I wish every one was half as good and true."
"Old Gerald at the head of them, I suppose?" with a sneer and a
kaleidoscopic glance.
"Mr. Gerald Stanbury at the head of them," I reiterated firmly, adding:
"These are friends of mine, Mr. Bainrothe; it hurts and offends me to
hear them lightly discussed. If I am sent away from home to break off my
affection for them, the measure is a vain one, for I shall returned
unchanged."
"Yes, but with enlarged views, I trust, Miriam," he rejoined,
pertinaciously. "See how Evelyn was improved by her two years at school;
besides, how would you ever increase your circle of acquaintances here,
studying alone, or even with your shy disposition, at a day-school?"
"I am sent from home, then, to make acquaintances it seems, and to
prepare for my _debut_ into society? Very well, I shall not forget that;
but pray, what particular advantage in this respect does a
country-school present?"
"Oh, the very first people send their daughters to St.


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