I had told him that I never wanted him to say another word about it; and it made my blood boil, sir, to think that he had come again to try to cozen me into the vile compact." "Madam!" exclaimed Mr Brandon.
"The next day," continued Mrs Keswick, "a lady arrived; and as soon as I saw her drive into the gate I felt sure it was Roberta March, and that the two had hatched up a plot to come and work on my feelings, and so I wouldn't come near the house." "Madam!" exclaimed Mr Brandon, "how could you dream such a thing of my niece?
You don't know her, madam." "No," said the old lady, "I don't know her, but I knew she belonged to your family, and so I was not to be surprised at anything she did.

But I found out I was mistaken.

An old negro woman recognized this young person as the daughter of my younger sister you know there were three of us.

The child was born and raised here, but I have not seen and have scarcely heard of her since she was eight years old." "That's very extraordinary, madam," said Mr Brandon.
"No, it isn't, when you consider the stubbornness, the obstinacy, and the wickedness of some people.

My sister sickened when the child was about six years old, and her husband, Harvey Peyton--" "I have frequently heard of him, madam," said Mr Brandon.
"And I wish I never had," said she.