A Fair Fraud — page 180: what you’re looking at

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A Fair Fraud 169 ‘And, Marion, my dear, will you please put on your new Sunday dress?’ continued Mrs Drury. Marion opened her eyes. ‘My new dress! What on earth for? For the benefit of Messrs Grigson, do you mean?’ Now the Messrs Grigson were the bankers at the neighbouring country town; and although all the county gentlemen invited them occasionally to shoot their pheasants, nobody thought very much - of them; they were worthy people, but not exactly gentlemen. ‘Now, that’s pert of you, Marion!’ ex- claimed her aunt, sharply. ‘You know per- fectly well that the Grigsons are nobodies!’ ‘I beg your pardon, dear aunt; but why, then, my best frock?’ ‘Well, you may remember, perhaps, that it is Mr Naylor's last day here!’ ‘I don’t see the connection,’ replied Marion, with her little nose in the air; but a fugitive blush told that she understood it perfectly. ‘Marion, don’t be flippant. You must be © perfectly well aware yourself that Mr Naylor has paid you marked attentions ever since he has been here.’ ‘No, I really know nothing of the sort,’ declared Marion, a little angrily; for no girl likes her secret and trembling hopes dragged out and discussed and analysed by her parents and GOMMGIOO <S (GO) uu