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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Salamanca</strong> <strong>Corpus</strong>: <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> (<strong>1900</strong>)<br />

"Come, let me make you acquainted one with the other," she cried. "Whom do you<br />

think, Mr. Simon, I have called you to see? You might guess, and guess, and guess<br />

again, and yet you would never hit upon the truth. Why, you must know that these<br />

friends of mine are your own cousins; yes, and very near ones, too; their mother and<br />

your mother were sisters. Mr. Simon <strong>Fleetwood</strong>, this is Miss Bertha Gifford, and this is<br />

Mr. Edward Gifford. Now I beg that you will shake hands. I am told there has been a<br />

family feud, but I don't like feuds, so I have made up my mind that this one shall cease.<br />

I only found out last night that Mrs. Gifford had been a Weston of Hatherleigh, and then<br />

I knew you must be cousins.”<br />

<strong>The</strong> bright eyes were glancing from one to the other as she spoke; the Giffords were<br />

silent and seemed constrained, and of that she made small account; but her heart<br />

misgave her for a moment when she noticed how pale and stern was Simon <strong>Fleetwood</strong>.<br />

She looked at him now almost pleadingly: "Indeed, I think that<br />

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cousins should be good friends," she said, adding with a laugh, "I ought to know, for I<br />

have a cousin of my own. What say you, Humphrey?"<br />

Simon followed her glance, and started as he recognised that the fourth member of the<br />

party was no other than Mr. Humphrey Charnock, who had made no attempt to greet<br />

him, but sat motionless on his horse.<br />

He answered now with a sneer, which did not escape the onlookers:—<br />

“If all cousins were such pleasant and desirable acquaintances as yourself, my dear<br />

Rachel, we should be eager to hunt up our kin to the ninetieth degree, but as it is, I fear<br />

me that most cousins — first or otherwise—love each other no whit the more than the<br />

first brothers we are told about."<br />

"That is a very silly speech," retorted Rachel, colouring. "My friends here will form but<br />

a poor opinion of your taste and judgment."<br />

"I think the comparison a little far-fetched, I must own," cried Edward Gifford. "But if it<br />

comes to that, we are all cousins, through Adam the Gardener, and so at your bidding,<br />

madam, I will acknowledge my kinship to this worthy young man, who is, indeed,

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