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she fastened a coral necklace, exactly like her own, round Priscillaā€™s neck, which was very far from being like her own, ā€œIā€™m sure Iā€™m willing to give way as far as is right, but who shouldnā€™t dress alike if it isnā€™t sisters? Would you have us go about looking as if we were no kin to one anotherā ā€”us that have got no mother and not another sister in the world? Iā€™d do what was right, if I dressed in a gown dyed with cheese-colouring; and Iā€™d rather youā€™d choose, and let me wear what pleases you.ā€

ā€œThere you go again! Youā€™d come round to the same thing if one talked to you from Saturday night till Saturday morning. Itā€™ll be fine fun to see how youā€™ll master your husband and never raise your voice above the singing oā€™ the kettle all the while. I like to see the men mastered!ā€

ā€œDonā€™t talk so, Priscy,ā€ said Nancy, blushing. ā€œYou know I donā€™t mean ever to be married.ā€

ā€œOh, you never mean a fiddlestickā€™s end!ā€ said Priscilla, as she arranged her discarded dress, and closed her bandbox. ā€œWho shall I have to work for when fatherā€™s gone, if you are to go and take notions in your head and be an old maid, because some folks are no better than they should be? I havenā€™t a bit oā€™ patience with youā ā€”sitting on an addled egg forever, as if there was never a fresh ā€™un in the world. One old maidā€™s enough out oā€™ two sisters; and I shall do credit to a single life, for God Aā€™mighty meant me for it. Come, we can go down now. Iā€™m as ready as a mawkin can beā ā€”thereā€™s nothing awanting to frighten the crows, now Iā€™ve got my ear-droppers in.ā€

As the two Miss Lammeters walked into the large parlour together, anyone who did not know the character of both might certainly have supposed that the reason why the square-shouldered, clumsy, high-featured Priscilla wore a dress the facsimile of her pretty sisterā€™s, was either the mistaken vanity of the one, or the malicious contrivance of the other in order to set off her own rare beauty. But the good-natured self-forgetful cheeriness and common sense of Priscilla would soon have dissipated the one suspicion; and the modest calm of Nancyā€™s speech and manners told clearly of a mind free from all disavowed devices.

Places of honour had been kept for the Miss Lammeters near the head of the principal tea-table in the wainscoted parlour, now looking fresh and pleasant with handsome branches of holly, yew, and laurel, from the abundant growths of the old garden; and Nancy felt an inward flutter, that no firmness of purpose could prevent, when she saw Mr. Godfrey Cass advancing to lead her to a seat between himself and Mr. Crackenthorp, while Priscilla was called to the opposite side between her father and the Squire. It certainly did make some difference to Nancy that the lover she had given up was the young man of quite the highest consequence in the parishā ā€”at home in a venerable and unique parlour, which was the extremity of grandeur in her experience, a parlour where she might one day have been mistress, with the consciousness that she was spoken of as ā€œMadam Cass,ā€ the Squireā€™s wife. These circumstances exalted her inward drama in her own eyes, and deepened the emphasis with which she declared to herself that not the most dazzling rank should induce her to marry a man whose conduct showed him careless of his character, but that, ā€œlove once, love always,ā€ was the motto of a true and pure woman, and no man should ever have any right over her which would be a call on her to destroy the dried flowers that she treasured, and always would treasure, for Godfrey Cassā€™s sake. And Nancy was capable of keeping her word to herself under very trying conditions. Nothing but a becoming blush betrayed the moving thoughts that urged themselves upon her as she accepted the seat next to Mr. Crackenthorp; for she was so instinctively neat and adroit in all her actions, and her pretty lips met each other with such quiet firmness, that it would have been difficult for her to appear agitated.

It was not the rectorā€™s practice to let a charming blush pass without an appropriate compliment. He was not in the least lofty or aristocratic, but simply a merry-eyed, small-featured, grey-haired man, with his chin propped by an ample, many-creased white neckcloth which seemed to predominate over every other point in his person, and somehow to impress its peculiar character on his remarks; so that to have considered his amenities apart from his cravat would have been a severe, and perhaps a dangerous, effort of abstraction.

ā€œHa, Miss Nancy,ā€ he said, turning his head within his cravat and smiling down pleasantly upon her, ā€œwhen anybody pretends this has been a severe winter, I shall tell them I saw the roses blooming on New Yearā€™s Eveā ā€”eh, Godfrey, what do you say?ā€

Godfrey made no reply, and avoided looking at Nancy very markedly; for though these complimentary personalities were held to be in excellent taste in old-fashioned Raveloe society, reverent love has a politeness of its own which it teaches to men otherwise of small schooling. But the Squire was rather impatient at Godfreyā€™s showing himself a dull spark in this way. By this advanced hour of the day, the Squire was always in higher spirits than we have seen him in at the breakfast-table, and felt it quite pleasant to fulfil the hereditary duty of being noisily jovial and patronizing: the large silver snuffbox was in active service and was offered without fail to all neighbours from time to time, however often they might have declined the favour. At present, the Squire had only given an express welcome to the heads of families as they appeared; but always as the evening deepened, his hospitality rayed out more widely, till he had tapped the youngest guests on the back and shown a

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