Spooner; and I won't hear
anything about it. If all the parish belonged to you, it would not
make any difference."
"All the parish does belong to me, and nearly all the next," replied
Mr. Spooner, with great dignity.
"Then you'd better find some lady who would like to have two
parishes. They haven't any weight with me at all." At that moment she
told herself how much she would prefer even Boulogne, to Mr.
Spooner's two parishes.
"What is it that you find so wrong about me?" asked the unhappy
suitor.
Adelaide looked at him, and longed to tell him that his nose was red.
And, though she would not quite do that, she could not bring herself
to spare him. What right had he to come to her,--a nasty, red-nosed
old man, who knew nothing about anything but foxes and horses,--to
her, who had never given him the encouragement of a single smile? She
could not allude to his nose, but in regard to his other defects she
would not spare him. "Our tastes are not the same, Mr. Spooner."
"You are very fond of hunting.
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