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Page 248'And this is a deal from me,' said Mr. Thornton, giving Higgins's
hand a good grip. 'Now mind you come sharp to your time,'
continued he, resuming the master. 'I'll have no laggards at my
mill. What fines we have, we keep pretty sharply. And the first
time I catch you making mischief, off you go. So now you know
where you are.' 'Yo' spoke of my wisdom this morning. I reckon I may bring it wi'
me; or would yo' rayther have me 'bout my brains?' ''Bout your brains if you use them for meddling with my business;
with your brains if you can keep them to your own.' 'I shall need a deal o' brains to settle where my business ends
and yo'rs begins.' 'Your business has not begun yet, and mine stands still for me.
came out of it. She did not see him; and he followed her for
several yards, admiring her light and easy walk, and her tall and
graceful figure. But, suddenly, this simple emotion of pleasure
was tainted, poisoned by jealousy. He wished to overtake her, and
speak to her, to see how she would receive him, now she must know
he was aware of some other attachment. He wished too, but of this
wish he was rather ashamed, that she should know that he had
justified her wisdom in sending Higgins to him to ask for work;
her. She started.
'Allow me to say, Miss Hale, that you were rather premature in
expressing your disappointment. I have taken Higgins on.' 'I am glad of it,' said she, coldly.
'He tells me, he repeated to you, what I said this morning
about--' Mr. Thornton hesitated. Margaret took it up: 'About women not meddling. You had a perfect right to express
your opinion, which was a very correct one, I have no doubt.
But,' she went on a little more eagerly, 'Higgins did not quite
tell you the exact truth.' The word 'truth,' reminded her of her
uncomfortable.
Mr. Thornton at first was puzzled to account for her silence; and
then he remembered the lie she had told, and all that was
foregone. 'The exact truth!' said he. 'Very few people do speak
the exact truth. I have given up hoping for it. Miss Hale, have
you no explanation to give me? You must perceive what I cannot
but think.' Margaret was silent. She was wondering whether an explanation of
any kind would be consistent with her loyalty to Frederick.