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Chapter 9 MR. PRONG AT HOME.

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l joy when the proposition was first made to her. "Oh, yes; it was very dreadful. She would do anything;-of course she would give up the front bedroom up-stairs to Mrs. Prime, and get a stret

boxes in the small room behind the shop. Mrs. Ray's daughter go to a ball!" And then some th

emnly whether she still persisted in bringing perdition upon herself and her mother. "You have no right to ask me such a question," Rachel had answered, and taking herself up-stairs had secluded herself till the old man with the donkey, followed by Mrs. Prime, had taken himself away from Bragg's End. Mrs. Ray, as her eldest daughter was leaving her, stood at the door of her house with her handkerchief to her eyes. "It ma

companion after breakfast, an idea did come into her head that Miss Pucker would not be a pleasant companion for life. She would talk incessantly of the wickednesses of the cottage, and ask repeated questions about Rachel and the young man. Mrs. Prime was undoubtedly very angry with her mother, and much shocked at her sister, but she did not relish the outspoken sympathy of her confidential friend. "He'll never marry her, you know. He don't think of such a thing," said Miss Pucker over and

r advice? He would tell her in what way she had better live. He would tell her also whether it was impossible that she should ever return to the cottage, for already her heart was becoming somewhat m

es. I also am specially anxious to see you. Will nine be too early,-or, i

t to see her. He might probably desire to claim her services for some woman's work in his sheepfold. He should have them willingly, for she had begun to feel that she would sooner co-operate with Mr. Prong than with Miss Pucker. As she returned down the High Street, and came near to her own do

tand," sa

ow to take them rou

ung Rowan was ordering the champagne for Mrs. Tappitt's supper, and that it was

Prong's house punctually at nine o'clock. Mr. Prong, it seemed, had not been quite so steadfast to his purpose, for his teapot was still upon the t

hen he picked up the stray shell of a shrimp, and in order that he might get rid of it, put it into his mouth. Mrs. Prime said she hoped she didn't trouble him, and that of course she didn't expect him to be thinking about her particularly. Then Mr. Prong looked at her in a way that was v

ll quite do for me," said Mrs.

friend," said Mr. Prong, wit

cellent woman, and her heart is

riend. She is not in all thi

re that I shall wa

haking his head, but stil

I do not return to them at the cottag

n the open air,"-why worse in the open air than in a close little parlour in a back street, Mr. Prong did not say,-"and loud revellings, and the absence of all good works, and rebellion against the Spirit." Mr. Prong was becoming energetic in his language, and at one time

for myself in one of the quiet stre

erhaps so,-

to mother. It's a sad thing fam

s it tends to the doin

I know is obstinate, but mother means well, Mr. Prong. She

s. Prime, my friend, if you are prepared to hear me with attention, I have a proposition to make which I think you will acknowledge to be one of importance." Then suddenl

tonished, said in a low voice t

r in reaching your intelligence,-whatever effect I might possi

you certainly

hould I be! The words of men, when taken at the best, how weak they are! They often tell a tale quite different from that which the creature means wh

id he. "There is so much of seeming in this deceitful world. But you will believe this of me, that whatever I do, I do as tending to the strengthening of my hands in the ministry." Mrs. Prime said that she would believe so much; and

are in many things alike. We are both alone. We both of us have our hands full of work, and of work which in many respects is the same. We are devoted to the same cause: is it not so?"

equal to that of a ministe

assure you of this; that in making this proposition to you, I am not self-seekin

not." Perhaps there was in her voi

And you,-do you not desire the same? Are we not alike in that, and would it not be well that we should come together?" Mr. Prong as he spoke had put out his hand, and rested it on the table with the palm upwards, as though expecting that she w

t it expedient that he should be required to speak a little further before she answered him. She wante

d's creatures entertains for another;-not, I can assure you, because I do not feel it, but because I think that you

ery deceitful,"

ot deceitful. I entertain for you all that deep love which a

Mr. P

t I am marrying you for,-for your money, in short. It is an insinuation which would give me much pain, but I have resolved within my own mind, that it is my duty to bear it. If my motives are pure,"-here he

of assent towards the major proposition. Mr. Prong had enjoyed the advantage of thinking over his matrimonial prospects in undisturbed solitude, but

rds money,"

upon the ground, for Mr. Prong had not at once

that it was very hard work. By this time Mr. Prong had withdrawn his hand from the table, finding that attempt to be hopeless, and had re-settled his chair upon its four feet. He had commenced by requesting Mrs. Prime to hear him patiently, but he had probably not calcul

now," said

e. But w

dea

Who feels that more s

ter all, but two hundred a year, out of which she gave very much in charity. But this giving in charity was her luxury. Fine raiment and dainty food tempted her not at all; but nevertheless she was not free from temptations, and did not perhaps always resist them. To be mistress of her money, and to superintend the gifts, not only of herself but of others; to be great among the poor, and esteemed as a personage in her district,-that was her ambition. When Mr. Prong told her that money in

fine language had got itself lost in the struggle. I doubt whether this made much difference with Mrs. Prime; or it may be, that he had sustained the propriety of his words as long as such propriety was needful and salutary to his purpose. Had he spoken of the "like of that" at the opening of

eeping I will endeavour, with God's assistance, to do my duty by you. I have said but

te so,"

ake together in sweet companionship, if you will consent to-

h guise, if the young ladies themselves be pretty, the battered hats and bonnets are often more becoming than ever they were in their proper shapes-but so as closely to fit her head, and almost hide her face. Her dress was so made, and so put on, as to

all the world's vanities and ca

re is work in it for him or her to do. The monks an

am a

o your part. But do you not know that you could be more active and m

t is buried,

me shook her head; but in an anatomical point of view, Mr. Prong was no doubt strictly correct. "Ot

uding to a small family, and aga

ay probably have ta

, Mr. Prong;

would wish time for considerati

will be best

l Friday suit you? If I come to you on Frida

she

the af

at the Dorc

trouble you to

uld become her own peculiar property, but she could never again regard it in a simply clerical light. It had become as it were a bower of love, and she could not take her steps thither with the express object of assenting to the proposition made to her,-or even with that of dissenting from it. "Perhaps," said she, "you could call at ten on Saturday. M

nd as she went she gave her hand a

do so. If you believe that you will be more useful as

it would be

the matter before you. But, pray, understand this; money need b

she had been very young. As that memory came upon her, she looked back to her early life, and thought of the hopes which had been hers as she stood at the altar, now so many years ago. How different had been everything with her then! She remembered the sort of love she had felt in her heart, and told herself that there could be no repetition of such love on Mr. Prong's behalf. She had come round in her walk to that very churchyard stile at which she had seen Rachel standing with Luke Rowan, and as she remembered some passages in her own girlish days, she almost felt inclined to forgive her sister. But then, on a sudden, she drew herself up almost with a gasp, and went on quickly with her walk. Had she not herself in those days walked in

ng circumstances. There was no one to whom she could go for advice. But we may say this of her,-let her have asked whom she would, she would have

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Contents

Chapter 1 THE RAY FAMILY. Chapter 2 THE YOUNG MAN FROM THE BREWERY. Chapter 3 THE ARM IN THE CLOUDS. Chapter 4 WHAT SHALL BE DONE ABOUT IT Chapter 5 MR. COMFORT GIVES HIS ADVICE. Chapter 6 PREPARATIONS FOR MRS. TAPPITT'S PARTY. Chapter 7 AN ACCOUNT OF MRS. TAPPITT'S BALL-COMMENCED. Chapter 8 AN ACCOUNT OF MRS. TAPPITT'S BALL-CONCLUDED. Chapter 9 MR. PRONG AT HOME. Chapter 10 LUKE ROWAN DECLARES HIS PLANS AS TO THE BREWERY. Chapter 11 LUKE ROWAN TAKES HIS TEA
Chapter 12 RACHEL RAY THINKS SHE DOES LIKE HIM.
Chapter 13 MR. TAPPITT IN HIS COUNTING-HOUSE.
Chapter 14 LUKE ROWAN PAYS A SECOND VISIT TO BRAGG'S END.
Chapter 15 RACHEL RAY'S FIRST LOVE-LETTER.
Chapter 16 ELECTIONEERING.
Chapter 17 DR. HARFORD.
Chapter 18 MR. COMFORT CALLS AT THE COTTAGE.
Chapter 19 SHOWING WHAT RACHEL RAY THOUGHT
Chapter 20 MRS. RAY GOES TO EXETER, AND MEETS
Chapter 21 DOMESTIC POLITICS AT THE BREWERY.
Chapter 22 MRS. RAY'S PENITENCE.
Chapter 23 THE ELECTION AT BASLEHURST.
Chapter 24 THE BASLEHURST GAZETTE.
Chapter 25 CORNBURY GRANGE.
Chapter 26 IN WHICH THE QUESTION OF THE BREWERY
Chapter 27 WHAT TOOK PLACE AT BRAGG'S END FARM.
Chapter 28 MRS. PRIME READS HER RECANTATION.
Chapter 29 RACHEL RAY'S FIRST LOVE-LETTER. No.29
Chapter 30 ELECTIONEERING. No.30
Chapter 31 DR. HARFORD. No.31
Chapter 32 MR. COMFORT CALLS AT THE COTTAGE. No.32
Chapter 33 SHOWING WHAT RACHEL RAY THOUGHT No.33
Chapter 34 MRS. RAY GOES TO EXETER, AND MEETS A FRIEND.
Chapter 35 DOMESTIC POLITICS AT THE BREWERY. No.35
Chapter 36 MRS. RAY'S PENITENCE. No.36
Chapter 37 THE ELECTION AT BASLEHURST. No.37
Chapter 38 THE BASLEHURST GAZETTE. No.38
Chapter 39 CORNBURY GRANGE. No.39
Chapter 40 IN WHICH THE QUESTION OF THE BREWERY IS SETTLED.
Chapter 41 WHAT TOOK PLACE AT BRAGG'S END FARM. No.41
Chapter 42 MRS. PRIME READS HER RECANTATION. No.42
Chapter 43 CONCLUSION.
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