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Page 160'Oh! it is so delicious!' said Mrs. Hale, in a feeble voice. 'How
kind of him to think of me! Margaret love, only taste these
grapes! Was it not good of him?' 'Yes!' said Margaret, quietly.
'Margaret!' said Mrs. Hale, rather querulously, 'you won't like
anything Mr. Thornton does. I never saw anybody so prejudiced.' Mr. Hale had been peeling a peach for his wife; and, cutting off
a small piece for himself, he said: 'If I had any prejudices, the gift of such delicious fruit as
this would melt them all away. I have not tasted such fruit--no!
not even in Hampshire--since I was a boy; and to boys, I fancy,
all fruit is good. I remember eating sloes and crabs with a
relish. Do you remember the matted-up currant bushes, Margaret,
at the corner of the west-wall in the garden at home?' Did she not? Did she not remember every weather-stain on the old
map; the little crane's-bill that grew in the crevices? She had
been shaken by the events of the last two days; her whole life
just now was a strain upon her fortitude; and, somehow, these
careless words of her father's, touching on the remembrance of
the sunny times of old, made her start up, and, dropping her
sewing on the ground, she went hastily out of the room into her
own little chamber. She had hardly given way to the first choking
sob, when she became aware of Dixon standing at her drawers, and
evidently searching for something.
'Bless me, miss! How you startled me! Missus is not worse, is
What are you looking for? I keep my muslins in that drawer.' Dixon did not speak, but went on rummaging. The scent of lavender
came out and perfumed the room.
At last Dixon found what she wanted; what it was Margaret could
not see. Dixon faced round, and spoke to her: 'Now I don't like telling you what I wanted, because you've
fretting enough to go through, and I know you'll fret about this.
I meant to have kept it from you till night, may be, or such
times as that.' 'What is the matter? Pray, tell me, Dixon, at once.' 'That young woman you go to see--Higgins, I mean.' 'Well?' 'Well! she died this morning, and her sister is here--come to beg
a strange thing. It seems, the young woman who died had a fancy
for being buried in something of yours, and so the sister's come
to ask for it,--and I was looking for a night-cap that wasn't too
'Poor Bessy! I never thought I should not see her again.' 'Why, that's another thing. This girl down-stairs wanted me to
ask you, if you would like to see her.' 'But she's dead!' said Margaret, turning a little pale. 'I never
saw a dead person. No! I would rather not.' 'I should never have asked you, if you hadn't come in. I told her
you wouldn't.' 'I will go down and speak to her,' said Margaret, afraid lest
Dixon's harshness of manner might wound the poor girl. So, taking
the cap in her hand, she went to the kitchen. Mary's face was all
swollen with crying, and she burst out afresh when she saw
Margaret.