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which the latter was, by common understanding, to assume the direction,- giving her so many cautious directions and charges, that a head less systematic and busi- ness-like than Miss Ophelia’s would have been utterly dizzled and confounded. “And now,” said Marie, “I believe I’ve told you everything; so that, when my next sick turn comes on, you’ll be able to go forward entirely, without consulting me;- only about Eva,- she requires watching.” “She seems to be a good child, very,” said Miss Ophelia; “I never saw a better child.” “Eva’s peculiar,” said her mother, “very. There are things about her so singu- lar; she isn’t like me, now, a particle;” and Marie sighed, as if this was a truly mel- ancholy consideration. Miss Ophelia in her own heart said, “I hope she isn’t,” but had prudence enough to keep it down. “Eva always was disposed to be with servants; and I think that well enough with some children. Now, I always played with father’s little negroes-it never did me any harm. But Eva somehow always seems to put herself on an equality with every creature that comes near her. It’s a strange thing about the child. I never have been able to break her of it. St. Clare, I believe, encourages her in it. The fact is, St. Clare indulges every creature under this roof but his own wife.” Again Miss Ophelia sat in blank silence. |
