Менсфілд Парк

Chapter XXXVIII

           Whileconsideringherwiththeseideas,Betsey,atasmalldistance,washoldingoutsomethingtocatchhereyes,meaningtoscreenitatthesametimefromSusan’s.

           “Whathaveyougotthere,mylove?”saidFanny;“comeandshewittome.”

           Itwasasilverknife.UpjumpedSusan,claimingitasherown,andtryingtogetitaway;butthechildrantohermother’sprotection,andSusancouldonlyreproach,whichshedidverywarmly,andevidentlyhopingtointerestFannyonherside.“Itwasveryhardthatshewasnottohaveherownknife;itwasherownknife;littlesisterMaryhadleftittoheruponherdeathbed,andsheoughttohavehadittokeepherselflongago.Butmamakeptitfromher,andwasalwayslettingBetseygetholdofit;andtheendofitwouldbethatBetseywouldspoilit,andgetitforherown,thoughmamahadpromisedherthatBetseyshouldnothaveitinherownhands.”

           Fannywasquiteshocked.Everyfeelingofduty,honour,andtendernesswaswoundedbyhersister’sspeechandhermother’sreply.

           “Now,Susan,”criedMrs.Price,inacomplainingvoice,“now,howcanyoubesocross?Youarealwaysquarrellingaboutthatknife.Iwishyouwouldnotbesoquarrelsome.PoorlittleBetsey;howcrossSusanistoyou!Butyoushouldnothavetakenitout,mydear,whenIsentyoutothedrawer.YouknowItoldyounottotouchit,becauseSusanissocrossaboutit.Imusthideitanothertime,Betsey.PoorMarylittlethoughtitwouldbesuchaboneofcontentionwhenshegaveitmetokeep,onlytwohoursbeforeshedied.

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