'And therefore he wants to gain a shabby advantage over a wounded
enemy,' said Anne; 'I give you up, you recreant; your name should
have been Oliver, instead of Rupert.'
'There is an exemplification of the lecture,' said Rupert; 'impotent
chivalry biting its nails with disdain and despite.'
'Well, Mamma,' said Anne, 'since chivalry is impotent, I shall leave
you to tame that foul monster with something else; I will have no
more to do with him.'
She went to fetch her work out of her bed-room, but on seeing
Elizabeth there, her pocket-handkerchief in her hand, and traces of
tears on her face, was hastily retreating, when her cousin said,
'Come in,' and added, 'So, Anne, you have heard, the murder is out.'
'The Mechanics' Institute, you mean,' said Anne, 'not Fido.'
'Not Fido,' said Elizabeth; 'but the rest of the story is out; I
mean, it is not known who killed Cock Robin, and I do not suppose it
ever will be; but the Mechanics' Institute affair is in the
newspaper, and it is off my mind, for I have had it all out with
Papa. And, Anne, he was so very kind, that I do not know how to
think of it.
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