sister’s good name, I will teach you,—you mouse of a man! You go and side with that Frostham set against Aspatria! Chaff on the Frosthams! It is a bad neighbourhood where 165 a girl like Aspatria cannot say a word or two on the king’s highway at broad noonday, without having a sisserara about it.”

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“I did not side with the Frosthams against Aspatria.”

“I’ll be bound you did!”

“Let me alone, Brune! Go your ways out of here, both of you!”

“To be sure, we will both go. Come, Aspatria. When you are tired of ballooning, William Anneys, and can come down to common justice, maybe then I will talk to you,—not till.”

Now, good honest anger is one of the sinews of the soul; and he that wants it when there is occasion has but a maimed mind. The hot words, the passionate atmosphere, the rebellion of Aspatria, the decision of Brune, had the same effect upon Will’s senseless anger as a thunder-storm has upon the hot, heavy, summer air. Will raged his bad temper away, and was cool and clear-minded after it.

At the same hour the same kind of mental thunder-storm was prevailing over 166 all common-sense at Redware Hall. Ulfar, after a long and vain watch for another opportunity to speak to Aspatria, returned there in a temper compounded of anger, jealousy, disappointment, and unsatisfied affection. He heard Lady Redware’s story of his own danger and of Brune’s consideration with scornful indifference. Brune’s consideration he laughed at. He knew very well, he answered, that Brune Anneys hated him, and would take the greatest delight in such a hubbub as he pretended was in project.

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“But he came to please Aspatria,” continued Lady Redware. “He said he came only to please Aspatria.”

“But he came

“So Aspatria wishes me to leave Allerdale? I will not go.”

“Sarah, he will not go,” cried Lady 167 Redware, as her friend entered the room. “He says he will not go.”

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