What if he should prove
himself a prophet? What if this spirited, half-tamed thing should go
melancholy mad?
"I will go to her at once!" he exclaimed, starting up. "If she goes into
a passion at sight of me, it will do her good. Anything is better than
this death in life."
He held out his hand for the key of the room upstairs. His mother handed
it to him, and he strode out at once; and then Mrs. Oleander turned her
regards upon the new nurse.
Strangers were "sight for sair een" in that ghostly, deserted
farmhouse. But the new nurse never looked at her; she sat with those
impenetrable green glasses fixed steadfastly on the blazing fire.
CHAPTER XIX.
MISTRESS SUSAN SHARPE.
Dr. Oleander was by no means a coward, yet it is safe to say his heart
was bumping against his ribs, with a sensation that was near akin to
fear, as he ascended the stairs. He was really infatuatedly in love with
his fair-haired little enchantress, else he never had taken his late
desperate step to win her; and now, having her completely in his power,
it was rather hard to be threatened with her loss by melancholy madness.
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