Miss Boulderstone
interceded for her; and this was the whole front of her offending.
"I _was_ so angry!" she said. "'As if my papa did not know best when I
ought to come out of the corner!' I said to myself. And I couldn't bear her
for ever so long after that."
Miss Boulderstone, however, though not very interesting, was quite a
favourite before she died. She left Wynnie--for she and her brother were
the last of their race--a death's-head watch, which had been in the family
she did not know how long. I think it is as old as Queen Elizabeth's time.
I took it to London to a skilful man, and had it as well repaired as
its age would admit of; and it has gone ever since, though not with the
greatest accuracy; for what could be expected of an old death's-head,
the most transitory thing in creation? Wynnie wears it to this day, and
wouldn't part with it for the best watch in the world.
I tell the reader all this about my daughter that he may be the more able
to understand what will follow in due time. He will think that as yet my
story has been nothing but promises. Let him only hope that I will fulfil
them, and I shall be content.
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