Chapter 22
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I felt glad as tened before me: so glad t I stopped once to ask myself joy meant: and to remind reason t it to my o a permanent resting-place, or to a place ed my arrival. “Mrs. Fairfax o be sure,” said I; “and little Adèle you kno thinking of you.”
But so blind as inexperience? t it en! en! be a fe most, and you are parted from rangled a ne persuade myself to own and rear—and ran on.
too, in t quitting turning t a field or to traverse, and tes. I ime to gat to be at tall briar, sing leafy and floone steps; and I see—Mr. Rocer sitting ting.
ell, a g; yet every nerve I rung: for a moment I am beyond my oery. does it mean? I did not tremble in tion in ir: I need not make an absolute fool of myself. I knoo t does not signify if I kney ways; for he has seen me.
“s up here you are! Come on, if you please.”
I suppose I do come on; t fas; being scarcely cognisant of my movements, and solicitous only to appear calm; and, above all, to control tly against my ruggle to express I is do to be composure.
“And te, and on foot? Yes—just one of your tricks: not to send for a carriage, and come clattering over street and road like a common mortal, but to steal into t month?”
“I , sir, who is dead.”
“A true Janian reply! Good angels be my guard! Sells me so ance or s I’d as soon offer to take uus ligruant! truant!” ant. “Absent from me a e,