Then papa writes, and
says it's not enough, and the match had best be at an end."
"And, of course, you enclose a parting line, in which you say you will
always regard him as a brother," said Mr. Bows, eyeing her in his
scornful way.
"Of course, and so I shall," answered Miss Fotheringay. "He's a most
worthy young man, I'm sure. I'll thank ye hand me the salt. Them filberts
is beautiful."
"And there will be no noses pulled, Cos, my boy? I'm sorry you're
baulked," said Mr. Bows.
"Dad, I suppose not," said Cos, rubbing his own.--"What'll ye do about
them letters, and verses, and pomes, Milly, darling?--Ye must send 'em
back."
"Wigsby would give a hundred pound for 'em," Bows said, with a sneer.
"'Deed, then, he would," said Captain Costigan, who was easily led.
"Papa!" said Miss Milly.--"Ye wouldn't be for not sending the poor boy
his letters back? Them letters and pomes is mine. They were very long,
and full of all sorts of nonsense, and Latin, and things I couldn't
understand the half of; indeed I've not read 'em all; but we'll send 'em
back to him when the proper time comes.
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