Part 90 (2/2)
”Yes I do,” said Winifred. ”_You_ don't.”
If there was not a rush to Elizabeth's eyes, it was because she fought for it.
”Perhaps I don't,” she said quietly; -- ”for I never had any one. Will you go and ride with me to-morrow, Winifred?”
”Ride?” said Winifred.
”Yes. In my carriage. We'll go out of town.”
”O yes! O thank you! I should like it very much.”
”You don't look very strong,” said Elizabeth. ”How is it that you can take such long walks?”
”O Winthrop don't let me get tired you know.”
”But how does he manage to help it?” said Elizabeth smiling.
”Can he do everything?”
”I don't know,” said Winnie. ”He don't let me stand too long, and he doesn't let me walk too fast; and his arm is strong, you know; --he can almost hold me up if I do get tired.”
”I have -- or my father has,” -- said Elizabeth, ”some very old, very good wine. -- I shall send you some. Will you try it? I think it would make you stronger.”
”I don't know whether Winthrop would let me drink it.”
”Why not?”
”O he don't like me to drink anything but water and milk -- he don't let me have tea or coffee -- and I don't know whether he'd like wine; -- but I'll ask him.”
”Don't let you have tea or coffee!”
”No; we drink milk, and water.”
”But don't he let you do whatever you have a mind?”
”No,” said Winnie; ”and I don't want to, either.”
”Don't want to do what?”
”Why -- anything that he don't like.”
”Do you love him well enough for that -- not to _wish_ to do what he don't like, Winifred?”
”Yes!” said Winifred. ”I think I do. I may wish it at first, of course; but I don't want to do it if he wishes me not.”
”How did he ever get such power over you!”
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