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"You certainly manage me! Pray, where shall I go?"
"Wherever you choose. I will write to you every day."
"That will be an inducement," said Bernard. "You know I have never
received a letter from you."
"I write the most delightful ones!" Angela exclaimed; and she succeeded
in making him promise to start that night for London.
She had just done so when Mrs. Vivian presented herself, and the good
lady was not a little astonished at being informed of his intention.
"You surely are not going to give up my daughter to oblige Mr. Wright?"
she observed.
"Upon my word, I feel as if I were!" said Bernard.
"I will explain it, dear mamma," said Angela. "It is very interesting.
Mr. Wright has made a most fearful scene; the state of things between
him and Blanche is dreadful."
Mrs. Vivian opened her clear eyes.
"You really speak as if you liked it!"
"She does like it--she told Gordon so," said Bernard. "I don't know what
she is up to! Gordon has taken leave of his wits; he wishes to put away
his wife."
"To put her away?"
"To repudiate her, as the historians say!"
"To repudiate little Blanche!" murmured Mrs. Vivian, as if she were
struck with the incongruity of the operation.
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