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'Yes; if you marry with your brother's consent.'
'I am so glad--for his sake. He could hardly starve if I had five
hundred a year. He need not be obliged to emigrate.'
'Has he been offering you the prospect of emigration as an additional
inducement?'
'Oh, no, he does not say that he is very poor, but since you say he is
penniless I thought we might be obliged to emigrate. But as I have five
hundred a year--'
'You will stay at home, and set up a lodging-house, I suppose,' sneered
Lady Maulevrier.
'I will do anything my husband pleases. We can live in a humble way in
some quiet part of London, while Mr. Hammond works at literature or
politics. I am not afraid of poverty or trouble, I am willing to endure
both for his sake.'
'You are a fool!' said her grandmother sternly. 'And I have nothing more
to say to you. Go away, and send Maulevrier to me.'
Mary did not obey immediately. She went over to her grandmother's couch
and knelt by her side, and kissed the poor maimed hand which lay on the
velvet cushion.
'Dear grandmother,' she said gently.


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