I think he begins to understand you better. He is
prejudiced against our sex in the mass. He thinks we are more fond of
pleasure than of anything else in the world; but if he once finds his
mistake, his atonement is complete."
"Why is he so prejudiced?" I asked, hoping Mrs. Flaxman would continue
the story Thomas had begun.
"He has had good reason. He is not one to rashly condemn one."
"But is it not rash to misjudge the many for the wrong doing of the
single individual? It does not prove all are alike."
"Have you ever heard anything, Medoline?" She asked anxiously.
"Merely a hint, but I have built many a story on that."
"You must not trust servants or ignorant folks' gossip. I hope your Mill
Road friends do not talk about your guardian."
"They scarcely mention his name. Mrs. Blake certainly expressed surprise,
a long time ago, when we gave those vegetables away, that such a thing
should take place at Oaklands. I would not permit any one to speak
unkindly of Mr. Winthrop in my hearing," I said, proudly.
"That is right; he is not easy to understand, but one day you will find
he is true as steel."
She left the room abruptly. I fancied she was afraid I might ask
troublesome questions. Now as I sat in the study, I began to listen and
dream together, wondering what sort of woman it was he could love and
caress, and how she could lightly trample on his love. The tears came to
my eyes as I looked and listened, picturing him the central sun of a
perfect home, with wife and children enriching his heart with their love.
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