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rogatories; but the stranger only reverted to her hopes, that she might still depend upon the promised conveyance to Brighthelmstone?
"Tell me, at least, what it was you flung into the sea?"
"Ah, Madam, that would tell every thing!"
"You are a most provoking little devil," cried Elinor, impatiently, "and I am half tempted to have nothing more to say to you. Give me, however, some account how you managed matters with that sweet tender dove Mrs. Ireton."
The recital that ensued of the disasters, difficulties, and choler of that lady, proved so entertaining to Elinor, that she soon not only renewed her engagement of taking her unknown guest free to Lewes, but joined the warmest assurances of protection. "Not that we must attempt," she cried, "to get rid of the spite of Aunt Maple, for if we do, 'tis so completely the basis of her com-
