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The neighbours were all very kind to them. The veriest rustics never passed them without a bow, or a pulling off of the hat—some shew of courtesy, aukward indeed, but affectionate—with a "good morrow, Madam," or "young Madam," as it might happen.
Rude and savage natures, who seem born with a propensity to express contempt for any thing that looks like prosperity, yet felt respect for its declining lustre.
The farmers, and better sort of people (as they are called) all promised to provide for Rosamund, when her Grandmother should die. Margaret trusted in God, and believed them.
She
