Sophia (el. knyga) (skaityta knyga) | Stanley J Weyman | knygos.lt

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t him think me--everything that is base!- For a moment Mr. Northey looked a little nonplussed. Then, -Well, you can--you can bow to him, - he said, pluming himself on his discretion in leaving the rein a trifle slack to begin. -If he force himself upon you, you will rid yourself of him with as little delay as possible. The mode I leave to you, Sophia; but speech with him I absolutely forbid. You will obey in that on pain of my most serious displeasure.- -On pain of bread and water, miss!- her sister cried venomously. -That will have more effect, I fancy. Lord, for my part, I should die of shame if I thought that I had encouraged a nameless Irish rogue not good enough to ride behind my coach. And all the town to know it.- Rage dried the tears that hung on Sophia's lids. -Is that all?- she asked, her head high. -I should like to go if that is all you have to say to me?- -I think that is all, - Mr. Northey answered. -Then--I may go?- He appeared to hesitate. For the first