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"I have seriously made up my mind never to marry a man who has
anything to do with the turf," said Eleonora.
"Ah, my poor dear, I can understand that," said Lady Susan, aware
how ill this told for her Lory. "May I ask, does he know it?"
"It would insult him to say it. None of the Charnocks ever meddle
with those things. Ah! I know your son saw him on the Derby-day;
but he went down with his eldest brother and his wife--and _that_ is
a very different thing! I stayed at home, you remember--papa had a
fit of the gout."
"My dear, I don't want to accuse him. Don't bristle up; only I am
sorry, both for my own little plan of having you for my _very_ own,
and because I fear there is trouble in store for you. It can't be
palatable." Here Eleonora shook her head, and her worn, wearied
look went to the good-natured heart. "Dear child, you have gone
through a great deal. You shan't be worried or fretted about
anybody or anything at Revelrig."
"I should be very glad," said Lenore, who had no fears of Lory
personally, though she could not be invited on false pretences.


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