When I did cool down, I turned
round at once, and took the way home. No, no, Miss Milroy; mere
temporary mischief-making at the cottage, which would only end
in your father forgiving you, and in Armadale profiting by his
indulgence, will nothing like pay the debt I owe you. I don't
forget that your heart is set on Armadale; and that the major,
however he may talk, has always ended hitherto in giving you your
own way. My head may be getting duller and duller, but it has not
quite failed me yet.
"In the meantime, there is Mother Oldershaw's letter waiting
obstinately to be answered; and here am I, not knowing what to do
about it yet. Shall I answer it or not? It doesn't matter for the
present; there are some hours still to spare before the post goes
out.
"Suppose I asked Armadale to lend me the money? I should enjoy
getting _something_ out of him; and I believe, in his present
situation with Miss Milroy, he would do anything to be rid of me.
Mean enough this, on my part. Pooh! When you hate and despise a
man, as I hate and despise Armadale, who cares for looking mean
in _his_ eyes?
"And yet my pride--or my something else, I don't know
what--shrinks from it.
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