Fielding?” Fair’s mother had told her that she was beautiful so often that she could not profess ignorance of that interesting fact, but she blushed rosily at the blunt words of Miss Platt, who continued, without waiting for a reply: “I could marry a rich man myself, if I chose. I had the chance once, but I refused it, for I did not love the man; but I believe that I could whistle him back even now if I chose. I’ve a great mind to do it, just to show that upstart forewoman that a rich man would marry a factory girl.” “Oh, I wish you would, Miss Platt!” cried Fair, with such vehemence that she betrayed at once her latent resentment at the forewoman’s words. The blonde laughed merrily; then exclaimed: [Pg 19] [Pg 19] “Ah, Fair, you will marry rich some day, and show her how mistaken she was—I see that now.” “I shall never marry,” Fair answered; but the embroiderer only laughed more gayly than before, and exclaimed: “You must, if only to get your revenge on that insolent woman. Oh, I saw what lay at the bottom of her talk! It was spite at your mother, who was born a lady, and of whom she was, therefore, jealous. Come, I’ve a mind to turn matchmaker, just to help you out. Why, Fair, I know a rich young man who is called a kind of crank because he despises fashion and society and vows he will marry a working girl. I believe I will introduce him to you. May I?” And with that speech, she forged the first link in the chain of a cruel plot that she had been revolving in her mind for several hours. “May I?” she repeated, looking eagerly into Fair’s sweet, wild-rose face; but a troubled light came into the bright brown eyes, and the girl shook her head decidedly. “No, I’d rather not,” she said, and a frown whose malignancy Fair did not see came between the brows of Miss Platt. [Pg 20] [Pg 20] She was undoubtedly angered at the reply, but she only said caressingly:
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