The heart
entrenched, the wearer was impenetrable.
Kate's oddly-assorted brain had not failed to run a-rambling at times
after the gallant stranger. He had heard much of her beauty, and
likewise of her uncertain humours. Each fancied the opposite party
impregnable; and this alone, if none other motive had arisen, formed a
sufficiently strong temptation to begin the attack. Kate was
particularly punctual at church, and once or twice he caught an
equivocating glance towards the warden's seat, and he really did at
times fancy he should like to play at "_taming the shrew_." Kate was
sure the stranger slighted her. He treated her, and her only, with an
air of neglect she could not altogether account for, and she was in
month's mind to make the young cavalier crouch at her feet. How this was
to be contrived could only be guessed at by a woman, and we will not let
the reader into all the secrets of Kate's sanctuary. Suffice it to say,
that in so harmlessly attempting to beguile her prey into the snare,
the lady fell over head and ears into it herself. In a word Kate was in
love! And this was the more grievous, inasmuch as her lofty bearing
hitherto would not allow her to whisper the matter even to her own
bosom; and the pent-up and smothering flame was making sad havoc with
poor Kate's repose.
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