"
Bassett made no reply.
About a week after this, as Lady Bassett was walking sadly in her own
garden, a great Newfoundland dog ran up to her without any warning, and
put his paws almost on her shoulder.
She screamed violently, and more than once.
One or two windows flew open, and among the women who put their heads
out to see what was the matter, Mary Wells was the first.
The owner of the dog instantly whistled, and the sportive animal ran to
him; but Lady Bassett was a good deal scared, and went in holding her
hand to her side. Mary Wells hurried to her assistance, and she cried a
little from nervousness when the young woman came earnestly to her.
"Oh, Mary! he frightened me so. I did not see him coming."
"Mr. Moss," said Mary Wells, "here's a villain come and frightened my
lady. Go and shoot his dog, you and your son; and get the grooms, and
fling him in the horse-pond directly."
"No!" said Lady Bassett, firmly. "You will see that he does not enter
the house, that is all. Should he attempt that, then you will use force
for my protection. Mary, come to my room."
When they were together alone Lady Bassett put both hands on the girl's
shoulders, and made her turn toward her.
"I think you love me, Mary?" said she, drinking the girl's eyes with
her own.
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