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Mrs. Oliphant. Cousin Mary
Cousin Mary
Table of Contents
COUSIN MARY
CHAPTER I. ONLY MARY
CHAPTER II. ONLY THE CURATE
CHAPTER III. THE TWO TOGETHER
CHAPTER IV. MARY’S LITTLE THOUGHTS
CHAPTER V. SELF-BETRAYED
CHAPTER VI. PARADISE LANE
CHAPTER VII. THE DISCLOSURE
CHAPTER VIII. NEVERTHELESS
CHAPTER IX. “HAPPY EVER AFTER.”
CHAPTER X. THE LIGHT OF COMMON DAY
CHAPTER XI. THE FIRST CHANGE
CHAPTER XII. THE ELDEST CHILD
CHAPTER XIII. A CONFERENCE
CHAPTER XIV. GOING AWAY
CHAPTER XV. FIRESIDE TALK
CHAPTER XVI. ALARMS
CHAPTER XVII. SHUTTING UP
CHAPTER XVIII. “LET ME GO HOME.”
CHAPTER XIX. IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
CHAPTER XX. A MIDNIGHT VISITOR
CHAPTER XXI. AN INNOCENT SUFFERER
CHAPTER XXII. MARY’S INVESTIGATIONS
CHAPTER XXIII. THE SICK-ROOM
CHAPTER XXIV. THE INVALID GENTLEMAN
CHAPTER XXV. THE RESTORATION
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Mrs. Oliphant
Published by Good Press, 2021
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But though they did this only as a matter of duty, they would all have been extremely astonished, not to say offended, had they known that he said “What a bore!” on receiving the invitation. He was at that moment very much occupied about all the new things that he was setting up, altogether indifferent to the consideration that the next curate might not be of his way of thinking and might feel it a burden. Mr. Asquith, however, never spoke of the possibility of a change, but seemed to think that there never would be any other curate. He looked as though he meant to go on forever bringing all his schemes to perfection. The Rector could only afford to give him £100 a year and the use of the cottage in which the curates always lived, with the very barest furniture—merely what was necessary. But Mr. Asquith did not seem to think either of the small stipend or the bare lodgings; he seemed only to think of the work which he made so unnecessarily hard for himself. And presently he was so absorbed in this work, and found so many things to do, and set so many things going which nobody but himself took any interest in, that he fell almost out of the knowledge of the more important persons in the parish. They went their way, which was the old-established, correct way for gentlefolks in a country parish to go, in which they had gone long before he appeared, and would most likely go long after he had disappeared; and he went his, which was novel and new-fangled, and on the whole not a way approved of by the best people. And though the parish was quite small, and you would have supposed that all the educated persons belonging to the upper classes in it must have jostled each other every day, the fact was that they went on in parallel lines, as it were, without ever seeing each other.
He went to the Rectory now and then, of course, as in duty bound, but otherwise, when he was seen passing any of the chief houses in the place, and a chance visitor asked who he was, “Oh, it is only the curate,” was always the answer in Horton. This was really almost all that any one knew of him.
