two
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Your brother I have scarcely seen , '' replied Tyrrel , much distressed , and apparently uncertain in what tone to address her , which might soothe , and not irritate her mental malady , of which he could now entertain no doubt . `` True -- true , '' she said , after a moment 's reflection , `` my brother was then at college . It was my father , my poor father , whom you had some quarrel with . -- But you will come to Shaws-Castle on Thursday , at two o'clock ? -- John will be glad to see you -- he can be kind when he pleases -- and then we will talk of old times -- I must get on , to have things ready -- Good evening . '' She would have passed him , but he took gently hold of the rein of her bridle . -- `` I will walk with you , Clara , '' he said ; `` the road is rough and dangerous -- you ought not to ride fast .