Illustrations of political economy, Volume 4 (of 9) — John Shaqi
Illustrations of political economy, Volume 4 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 4 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
“After all,” said Ellen, sighing, “it is my father’s own son that I flew
off about his being acquainted with; so there is no need for me to be so
proud. No; Harry does not know either of the lads, even by sight; but I
shall tell him what you have been saying, though nobody else, Frank.”
“Certainly. Conceal nothing that weighs upon your mind from Harry, any
more than if he was your husband already. I look to him to help me to
keep an eye upon Bob, who may be made something of, they say, little
hope as there is for Jerry. Bob works within bounds at spare hours,
instead of roving into the bush, or prowling about the settlers’ farms,
where he has no business. Bob must be saving money fast, unless he has
unseen ways of spending it. He works hard, and is well paid for his
extra labour. He may have the advantage of me, after all; and settle on
a place of his own before me.”
“Because he got a free passage as a punishment. That is really very
hard, Frank.”
“Harry Moore will be the first at liberty, however, Ellen; and that I am
glad of on your account. I am soon to begin building you a house, at
over hours; and you may depend on my doing my best to have it all
complete by the time the six months are gone.”
“Six months!” cried Ellen.
“Why, I do not mean that you need wait till then. You may fairly marry
as soon as you like;—and many in our own country would be glad to have
that said to them. I only mentioned six months as the time when Harry
would be all his own master. Then I shall hope to see you milking a cow
of your own.—Meantime, till I have found out more about Jerry, be
cautious how you get out of reach of those that will take care of you.”
Ellen sighed, and smiled, and wondered which was the strangest
world,—the one she had left behind, or the new one which seemed, after
several months, nearly as foreign as when she had entered it. She had no
doubt which was the pleasantest. How could she, when a vague fear and
thorough dislike of some of the people in the neighbourhood were the
only set-off against the prosperity of all whom she loved, and her own
bright prospects with such a husband as Harry Moore had promised to be?
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CHAPTER VI.
LAW AND JUSTICE.
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