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Sawn Off: A Tale of a Family Tree. Fenn George Manville
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Автор произведения Fenn George Manville
Жанр Зарубежная классика
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“Stuff and nonsense, aunt! – I’m not a gentleman, and I’m only your nephew; and whilst I’m here I’m not going to see Jessie go through the street carrying a parcel, when I can do it for her.”
“But you must not, indeed, Tom – I mean Mr Fraser,” said Jessie, half-tearful, half-laughing. “I’m going to the warehouse, and I must carry it myself.”
“I know you are going to the warehouse,” said Tom, laughing; “but you must not carry the parcel yourself.”
“But, my dear boy,” said Mrs Shingle, who was evidently softening, “think of what your father would say.”
“I can’t help what he would say, aunt,” said the young man, earnestly; “I only know I can’t help coming here, and I don’t think you want to be cruel and drive me away.”
“No – no – no,” said Mrs Shingle, “but – ”
“Do you, Jessie?”
“No, Tom – Mr Fraser,” faltered Jessie. “But – ”
“But – but!” exclaimed the young man impatiently. “Bother Mr Fraser! My dear Jessie, why are you turning so cold here before your mother? Are you ashamed of me?”
“No – no, Tom,” she cried eagerly.
“And you know how dearly I love you?”
“Yes, Tom,” faltered Jessie sadly; “but it must be only as cousins.”
“And why?” said the young man sternly.
“Because,” said Jessie, laying her hand upon his arm, “I’m only a very poor girl, Tom, and half educated.”
“What a wicked story, Jessie!” cried Mrs Shingle, who had her apron to her eyes, but now spoke up indignantly – “why, you write beautiful!”
“And,” continued Jessie, “your father – my father would never consent to it; for I’m not a suitable choice for you to make.”
“Why, Jessie,” cried the young man, “you talk like a persecuted young lady in a book. What nonsense! Uncle Richard, if he felt sure that I should make you a good husband, would consent. And, as to my step-father – ”
“Now, look here, you two,” said Mrs Shingle, “it’s important that Jessie should get to the warehouse with those things, and you’re stopping idling. It’s late as it is.”
“Come along, then,” cried Tom, seizing the parcel.
“No, no,” cried Jessie, who looked pale, and trembled.
“No, indeed; he must not go with you,” said Mrs Shingle.
“Don’t be cruel, aunt,” said Tom appealingly. “I don’t like Jessie to go by herself.”
“There, then, she’s not going by herself; I’m going with her,” exclaimed Mrs Shingle.
“Then let me go instead.”
“No, no,” cried Jessie, getting agitated; “you must not.”
“You have some reason, Jessie,” said Tom, looking at her suspiciously.
“No, no, Tom. Don’t look at me like that,” she cried.
“Then tell me why,” he said, sternly.
“The man at the warehouse made remarks last time you came,” said Jessie, hesitating.
“I’ll make marks and remarks on him, if he does,” cried Tom. “Aunt,” he continued angrily, “I can’t bear it. It’s not right for Jessie to go alone; and I don’t believe you were going. It makes me half mad to think that she may be insulted by some puppy or another, and I not be there to knock him down.”
“But no one will insult her, my boy,” said Mrs Shingle, looking at him admiringly.
“But people do, and have,” cried Tom, grinding his teeth. “She has told me so. Because she goes with a parcel through the streets, every unmanly rascal seems to consider she is fair game for him; and – hang it, aunt, I can’t help it! – if any scoundrel does it again, I’ll half kill him!”
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