The Days of My Life: An AutobiographyOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Days of My Life: An Autobiography
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret), 1828-1897
"What name?" Did Alice mean to insult me? "My own proper name, of
course," I said, with a little anger. "Why do you ask? Do you think I
wish to conceal myself because I have left home? No, no, my own name."
"But the squire will be sure to find you, darling," said Alice, still
whispering; "you don't think he'll be content and never make any search,
and he'll soon find you if you always go by your own name?"
"I will do nothing clandestine," I said, with displeasure; "nothing
shall ever make me deny my name. No, Alice, we are not fugitives--we are
not guilty--I fear no one finding me."
She went away after this without a word, and then the dialogue in the
kitchen was resumed. Her lady was Mrs. Southcote, a lady from
Cambridgeshire, Alice said, and wanted quiet and fresh air for a term,
though she could not tell how long; and then there were many curious
questions about my health, and many inquiring hints as to my motive in
coming here; but to all this Alice turned a deaf ear, and answered
nothing. One thing she insisted upon earnestly, and that was that we
should have immediate possession. The widow demurred, but Alice carried
her point, and came back to me triumphant, to tell me that we were to
remain here, and have the house entirely to ourselves to-morrow. She
commenced operations immediately to improve the appearance of the little
parlor. She drew up the blinds, removed the lower one, opened the
window, for the day was very warm, and began to tug the reluctant sofa
out of its corner, to place it at the window for me. While she was so
occupied, and while this crazy piece of furniture creaked and jolted on
its way to its new position, I caught the anxious eye of the mistress of
the house looking in at the door watching her proceedings. This good
woman did not understand the shifting of her much-beloved and cherished
furniture. The sofa was the true inhabitant of the room, while we were
only strangers and sojourners; she came in with a half courtesy to hint
a remonstrance; she hoped I would not be offended; she had seen better
days, and never thought to be in her present position, and her
furniture, would I please to have it taken care of? and then she went to
offer her services to help Alice to lift the sofa, for it would tear her
good carpet, she was most sure.
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