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Anne Bronte: Agnes Grey14. CHAPTER XIV--THE RECTOR (continued)'I think, ma'am, Miss Murray is reading; and Miss Matilda is amusing herself with her dogs.' 'If you would try to amuse Miss Matilda yourself a little more, I think she would not be driven to seek amusement in the companionship of dogs and horses and grooms, so much as she is; and if you would be a little more cheerful and conversable with Miss Murray, she would not so often go wandering in the fields with a book in her hand. However, I don't want to vex you,' added she, seeing, I suppose, that my cheeks burned and my hand trembled with some unamiable emotion. 'Do, pray, try not to be so touchy-- there's no speaking to you else. And tell me if you know where Rosalie is gone: and why she likes to be so much alone?' 'She says she likes to be alone when she has a new book to read.' 'But why can't she read it in the park or the garden?--why should she go into the fields and lanes? And how is it that that Mr. Hatfield so often finds her out? She told me last week he'd walked his horse by her side all up Moss Lane; and now I'm sure it was he I saw, from my dressing-room window, walking so briskly past the park-gates, and on towards the field where she so frequently goes. I wish you would go and see if she is there; and just gently remind her that it is not proper for a young lady of her rank and prospects to be wandering about by herself in that manner, exposed to the attentions of anyone that presumes to address her; like some poor neglected girl that has no park to walk in, and no friends to take care of her: and tell her that her papa would be extremely angry if he knew of her treating Mr. Hatfield in the familiar manner that I fear she does; and--oh! if you--if ANY governess had but half a mother's watchfulness--half a mother's anxious care, I should be saved this trouble; and you would see at once the necessity of keeping your eye upon her, and making your company agreeable to-- Well, go--go; there's no time to be lost,' cried she, seeing that I had put away my drawing materials, and was waiting in the doorway for the conclusion of her address. This is page 100 of 178. [Marked] This title is on Your Bookshelf. Buy a copy of Agnes Grey at Amazon.com
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