Buckley, "and settled. He has
written such an account of that country to Major Buckley, that he, half
persuaded before, is now wholly determined to go there himself."
"I heard of this before," said Mary. "Am I to lose you, then, at once?"
"We shall see," said Mrs. Buckley; "I have my ideas. Now, who do you
think is going beside?"
"Half Devonshire, I should think," said Mary; "at least, all whom I
care about."
"It would seem so, indeed, my poor girl," said Mrs. Buckley; "for your
cousin Troubridge has made up his mind to come."
"There was a time when I could have stopped him," she thought; "but
that is gone by now." And she answered Mrs. Buckley:--
"Aunt and I will stay here, and think of you all. Shall we ever hear
from you? It is the other side of the world, is it not?"
"It is a long way; but we must wait, and see how things turn out. We
may not have to separate after all. See, my dear; are you fully aware
of your father's state? I fear you have only come home to see the last
of him. He probably will be gone before this month is out. You see the
state he is in. And when he is gone, have you reflected what to do?"
Mary, weeping bitterly, said, "No; only that she could never live in
Drumston, or anywhere where she was known.
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