"But Mr. Armstrong will not want to marry you now, Addie."
"Oh, won't he?" thought Adela; or at least I think she thought so. But she
said, rather demurely, and very shyly:
"But that won't be any worse than it was before; for you know you would
never have let me marry him anyhow."
"Oh! yes, I would, in time, Adela. I am not such a brute as you take me
for."
"Oh! you dear darling papa!" cried the poor child, and burst into tears,
with her head on her father's bosom. And he began comforting her so
sweetly, that you would have thought she had lost everything, and he was
going to give her all back again.
"Papa! papa!" she cried, "I will work for you; I will be your servant; I
will love you and love you to all eternity. I won't leave you. I won't
indeed. What _does_ it matter for the money!"
At this moment the doctor entered.
"Ah!" he said, "this won't do at all. I thought you would have made a
better nurse, Miss Adela. There you are, both crying together!"
"Indeed, Mr. Henry," said Adela, rather comically, "it's not my fault.
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