"
"A young duffer, you mean; that has passed for game through the thing not
being looked into close."
"Oh, you can he close enough, where I want you to be open."
No answer.
The next day he accompanied her again, but remained at the stairfoot
while she went in to her patients; and, when she came down, asked her,
Could no good Christian be found to knock that poor woman on the head who
lived in a plate.
"No good Heathen, you mean," said Julia.
"Why, yes," said he; "the savages manage these things better."
He also accompanied her shopping, and smoked phlegmatically outside the
shops; nor could she exhaust his patience. Then the quick girl put this
and that together. When they were at home again and her bonnet off, she
looked him in the face and said sweetly, "I have got a watch-dog." He
smiled, and said nothing. "Why don't you answer?" cried Julia
impetuously.
"Because least said is soonest mended. Besides, I'm down upon you: you
decoy me into a friendly conversation, and then you say biting things
directly."
"If I bite you, you sting me. Such want of confidence! Oh how cruel! how
cruel! Why can you not trust me? Am I a child? No one is young who has
suffered what I have suffered.
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