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pigs,- so it isn’t of any great use for them to go, as I see; but they do go, and so they have every chance; but, as I said before, they are a degraded race, and al- ways will be, and there isn’t any help for them; you can’t make anything of them, if you try. You see, Cousin Ophelia, I’ve tried, and you haven’t; I was born and bred among them, and I know.” Miss Ophelia thought she had said enough, and therefore sat silent. St. Clare whistled a tune. “St. Clare, I wish you wouldn’t whistle,” said Marie; “it makes my head worse.” “I won’t,” said St. Clare. “Is there anything else you wouldn’t wish me to do “I wish you would have some kind of sympathy for my trials; you never have any feeling for me.” “My dear accusing angel!” said St. Clare. “It’s provoking to be talked to in that way.” “Then, how will you be talked to? I’ll talk to order,- any way you’ll mention,- only to give satisfaction.” A gay laugh from the court rang through the silken curtains of the verandah. St. Clare stepped out, and lifting up the curtain, laughed too. “What is is?” said Miss Ophelia, coming to the railing. |
