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"Twenty-six," answered Hannah; "don't interrupt me for a minute, dear.
I'm comparing dates--twenty-six--twenty-six. Law, goodness gracious
me! You haven't never noticed, Miss Primrose, that he have a kind of a
mole--long-shaped, and rather big, a little way up his left arm? Have
you, now, dearies?"
"No, really, Hannah, I've never seen Mr. Noel's arm without his
coat-sleeve. How very queerly you are speaking, Hannah."
"Not at all, dearie; it's only because I've got the trembles on me.
Well, love, and so you don't want to be under no compliments to that
Mrs. Ellsworthy, who never took no notice of your poor dear ma?"
Primrose sighed.
"I feel sore about it, Hannah," she said. "But I must try not to be
too proud. I will ask God to help me to do what is really right in the
matter."
"That's it, honey, and maybe you won't have to do it after all. I
wonder, now, dear, if Mr. Noel is well off."
"Really, Hannah, I think you have got Mr. Noel on the brain! Yes, I
have heard Miss Egerton say that he is a rich man. He was the adopted
son of a very wealthy person, who left him all his property."
"Adopted, was he?" said Hannah. "On my word, these tremblings are
terrible! Miss Primrose, dear, I have come in to say that I may be
going a little journey in the morning.
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