CHAPTER V.
SARAH'S SORROW.
"Ingratitude's the growth of every clime,
And in this thankless world the givers
Are envied even by the receivers;
'Tis now the cheap and frugal fashion
Rather to hide than pay the obligation;
Nay 'tis much worse than so—
It now an artifice doth grow,
Wrongs and outrages to do,
Lest men should think we owe."
Cowley.
Jonathan saw little of his daughter for some weeks after his visit to Aske Hall. She did not perceive the sympathy in her father's heart, and his few sharp words thoroughly disconcerted her. The struggle for supremacy, however, still went on between Anthony and herself, and there were encounters and reconciliations, stratagems and truces, and diplomatic approaches, just as real and clever as if the points at issue had been of national importance.
In the meantime, Eleanor was making a great social triumph, and Jonathan hardly lifted a local newspaper in which her own entertainments, or
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