Oh! oh!--"
"Don't talk so wildly, Jacquelina, you make me ill."
"Do I, Mimmy? Oh, I didn't mean to worry you. Bear up, Mimmy; do try to
bear up; don't fear; suppose he does turn me out. I am but a little
girl, and food and clothing are cheap enough in the country, and any of
our neighbors will take me in just for the fun I'll make them. La! yes,
that they will, just as gladly as they will let in the sunshine."
"Oh, child, how little you know of the world. Yes, for a day or two, or
a week or two, scarcely longer. And even if you could find a home, who
would give shelter to your poor, sick mother for the rest of her life?"
"Mother! uncle would never deny you shelter upon my account!" exclaimed
Jacquelina, growing very pale.
"Indeed he will, my child; he has; he came in here last night and warned
me to pack up and leave the house."
"He will not dare--even he, so to outrage humanity and public opinion
and everything he ought to respect."
"My child, he will. He has set his heart upon making Nace Grimshaw his
successor at Luckenough, that if you disappoint him in this darling
purpose, there will be no limit to his rage and his revenge. And he will
not only send us from his roof, but he will seek to justify himself and
further ruin us by blackening our names.
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