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A Simple Story

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 1131    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

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upied with the reflection that she was in that gay metropolis-a wild and rapturous picture of which her active fancy had often formed-Miss Milner waked from a peaceful and re

t!-and Mrs. Horton, as she sat at the head of her tea-table, felt herself but as a menial servant: such command has beauty if united with sense and virtue. In Miss Milner it was so united. Yet let not our over-scrupulous readers be misled, and extend their idea

lf in the immediate resentment of injuries or neglect. She had, besides, acquired the dangerous character of a wit; but to which she had no real pretensions, although the most discerning critic, hearing her converse, might fall into this mistake. Her replies had all the effect of repartee, not because she possessed those qualities which can properly be called wit, but that what she said was

udgment of her by her actions; by all the round of g

part of Miss Milner, wise on the part of Dorriforth, good on the part of Miss Woodley, and an endeavour a

, Miss Milner, than I imagined you had from re

h, expect to find you any

did you expec

you an elderly man

d she thought her guardian young and handsome. He replied, but not without

are to contradict

its, of hazarding the thought that first occurs, which thought,

ose, must be a very bad judge of

w s

ou do not think yourself handsome; and al

than beauty," she replied, "and so

serious question, Dorriforth continued, "A

; but in some respects I am like Roman Catholics; I don't believ

ut, my dear Miss Milner, we will talk upon some other topic, and never resume this again-we differ in opinion, I dare say, on one subject only, and this difference I hope will

st the infectious taint of heretical opinions. This pious ceremony Miss Milner by chance observed, and now shewed such an evident propensity to burst into a fit of laughter, that the good lady of the house could no longer contain her resentment, but exclaimed, "God forgive you," with a severity so different from the idea which the words conveyed, that

iss Milner, after recovering herself)

ill not," retur

with her charitable face and mild accents, saying she would not forgive, implied only forgiveness-while Mrs. Horton, with

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