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I dare say we shall find that some of the furniture has not arrived, or that your china has been broken on the way, or that the chimney smokes and we sha'n't be able to have any fire in the dining-room, or something horrid like that. 'Well, you are a cheerful companion! said Amy's voice from behind.
"And on the day of her flight, and that was on Saint Austen's Eve, I saw Varney's groom, attired in his liveries, hold his master's horse and Mistress Amy's palfrey, bridled and saddled PROPER, behind the wall of the churchyard." "And now is she found mewed up in his secret place of retirement," said Tressilian.
New chicks were daily breaking their shells, and their soft, downy, ball-like little bodies were more to Amy's taste than the peepers of the marsh. One Saturday morning Alf rushed in, announcing with breathless haste that "Kitten had a calf."
It was plain that no custom of the kind existed in Mr. Brooke's family. Notwithstanding her mother's prohibition, Stella did linger long in Lucy's room, chattering about one thing after another, Amy's wide-open eyes watching them from her pillow. "I'm going just in a minute," she would say, when Lucy reminded her of what her mother had said, and then she would rush into some new subject.
"All right," he said. She was watching his face. "This is new to him," she was thinking. "You believe I don't want money!" "Yes " "Nor friends like Amy's!" "You don't seem to." "And I don't. I want friends like you and this Mr. Dwight and that odious Sally Crothers who won't even let me in at her door. And her husband yes, he'll do. Why how the circle widens!"
Locking it again, I went into Amy's room through the hall. A low light was burning. I looked about anxiously. Would she find the necessary means at hand without arousing the household? It must be. Suicide must be quite apparent, and the instrument must be suggested by its presence, without any search. Among the trinkets in the large tray on her bureau, lay a tiny dagger with a sheath.
I think so, myself, and mean to do it in marble, so that, whatever happens, I may at least keep the image of my little angel." As Amy spoke, a great tear dropped on the golden hair of the sleeping child in her arms, for her one well-beloved daughter was a frail little creature and the dread of losing her was the shadow over Amy's sunshine.
What is it to anyone else whether he lives on twelve shillings a week or twelve pence? It is his business to support his wife; if he can't do that, to contribute as much to her support as possible. Amy's scruples are all very fine, if she could afford them; it's very nice to pay for your delicacies of feeling out of other people's pockets.
I suppose some one has been running to you with tales," and Amy's face showed all of its old-time defiance. "Not exactly, Amy," he answered. "I heard a bit of conversation between a couple of your acquaintances that made me doubtful, and then some of the conversation between Nell and you has floated in to me. I wish to know if you disobeyed and went out again in forbidden company.
For it had a jarring quality, and although it was prompt in its exclamations of shocked surprise and sympathy and proffers of help the words, "You poor child, I'll come over at once!" made Ethel inwardly beseech her, "Oh, no, no! Please stay away!" Aloud she said, "Thank you," put up the receiver and stood staring at the wall. Was this Amy's best friend? "I want some one I know!"
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