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Mr. Vincent, I keep my parole-- I am waiting your pleasure, she said, never removing her eyes from his face. It was at this moment that Mrs. Vincent, who had from the window of Susan's chamber seen the cab arrive and go away with some curiosity, came into the room. The widow wanted to know who her son's visitors were, and what had brought them. She came in with a little eagerness, but was brought to a sudden standstill by the appearance of Mrs. Mildmay. Why was this woman here? what had she to do with the minister? Mrs. Vincent put on her little air of simple dignity. She said,
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I beg your pardon; I did not know my son was engaged, with a curtsy of disapproving politeness to the unwelcome visitor. With a troubled look at Arthur, who looked excited and gloomy enough to justify any uncomfortable imaginations about him, his mother turned away somewhat reluctantly. She did not feel that it was quite right to leave him exposed to the wiles of this
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Your mother is going away, said Mrs. Mildmay, with a restrained outcry of despair:
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said the excited woman, with a sudden pause, turning upon Vincent, her face blanching into deadly whiteness--
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Tell her,
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He thought she must have come at this unlucky moment to get assistance of some kind from the minister--