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'Wynne's daughter marry my only son! Never!'
I proceeded with my letter.
'I will write to your uncle Aylwin at once. I will tell him you are
going to marry that miscreant's daughter, and he will disinherit
you.'
'In that case, mother,' I said, rising from the table, 'I need not
trouble myself to finish my letter; for I was writing to him, telling
him the same thing. Still, perhaps I had better send mine too,' I
continued. 'I should like at least to remain on friendly terms with
him, he is so good to me'; and I resumed my seat at the
writing-table.
'Henry,' said my mother, after a second or two, 'I think you had
better _not_ write to your uncle; it might only make matters worse.
You had better leave it to me.'
'Thank you, mother, the letter is finished,' I replied as I sealed it
up, 'and will be sent. Good-bye, dear,' I said, taking her hand and
kissing it. 'You knew not what you did, and I know you did it for the
best.'
'When do you return, Henry?' asked she, in a conquered and sad tone,
that caused me many a pang to remember afterwards.
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