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I looked at him with surprise. 'St. John,' I said, 'I think you are
almost wicked to talk so. I am disposed to be as content as a queen,
and you try to stir me up to restlessness! To what end?'
'To the end of turning to profit the talents which God has
committed to your keeping; and of which He will surely one day
demand a strict account. Jane, I shall watch you closely and
anxiously- I warn you of that. And try to restrain the
disproportionate fervour with which you throw yourself into
commonplace home pleasures. Don't cling so tenaciously to ties of
the flesh; save your constancy and ardour for an adequate cause;
forbear to waste them on trite transient objects. Do you hear, Jane?'
'Yes; just as if you were speaking Greek. I feel I have adequate
cause to be happy, and I will be happy. Good-bye!'
Happy at Moor House I was, and hard I worked; and so did Hannah:
she was charmed to see how jovial I could be amidst the bustle of a
house turned topsy-turvy- how I could brush, and dust, and clean,
and cook. And really, after a day or two of confusion worse
confounded, it was delightful by degrees to invoke order from the
to purchase some new furniture: my cousins having given me carte
blanche to effect what alterations I pleased, and a sum having been