him in the wrong.
“You have left it to ME, Miss Fairlie, to resign you,” he continued. “I am not heartless enough to resign a woman who has just shown herself to be the noblest of her sex.”
He spoke with such warmth and feeling, with such passionate enthusiasm, and yet with such perfect delicacy, that she raised her head, flushed up a little, and looked at him with sudden animation and spirit.
“No!” she said firmly. “The most wretched of her sex, if she must give herself in marriage when she
a moment more Mrs. Clements hurried into view.
“Who are you?” she cried, facing me resolutely as she set her foot on the stile. “How dare you frighten a poor helpless woman like that?”
She was at Anne Catherick’s side, and had put one arm around her, before I could answer. “What is it, my dear?”