" Mr. Rollin interrupted quickly. "I know how very thoughtful
and considerate you are for those people, Miss Hungerford. I know what
lofty ideas you have just now of consecrating yourself to the work of
refining and elevating the Wallencampers. I know how coolly you can fix
your eyes on a certain goal, and stumble indiscriminately over everything
that comes in your way. I know what a deucedly superior state of mind
you've gotten into. I know too about Miss B's school, and Miss L's
school, and the Seminary at Mount Blank, and the winters in New York."
There was triumph at last, in Mr. Rollin's tone.
"You have taken pains to collect a great deal of information about me;" I
replied, virtuously concluding that I should disappoint the fisherman
more by not appearing vexed.
"Is it strange?" he continued earnestly, with an unconscious parody on
his usually suave and insinuating manner. "You will allow, Miss
Hungerford, that you might strike one, at first, as not being exactly in
the ordinary line of home missionaries, that is, as not having been
trained for the work, exactly; a sort of novitiate, I mean--confound it!
You will allow that you might strike one at first, as being deucedly new
In that _role_.
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