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She was off through the maze of the emptying store, in the very act of pinning on her little hat with its jaunty imitation fur pompon, and he breathed in as she passed, as if of the perfume of her personality. At the ribbon counter on the main floor the last of a streamlet of outgoing women detached herself from the file as Miss Barnet ascended the staircase. "Hurry up, Sadie." "Dee Dee!
The dusty highway lay all white betwixt the dark hedgerows, and along it walked four fellows like four shadows, the pat of their feet sounding loud, and their voices, as they talked, ringing clear upon the silence of the air. The great round moon was floating breathlessly up in the eastern sky when they saw before them the twinkling lights of Barnet Town, some ten or twelve miles from London.
About one month before his death, his friend Mr. Farrer, for an account of whom I am by promise indebted to the Reader, and intend to make him sudden payment, hearing of Mr. Herbert's sickness, sent Mr. Edmund Duncon who is now Rector of Friar Barnet in the County of Middlesex from his house of Gidden Hall, which is near to Huntingdon, to see Mr.
Here, now, we have just left a married couple who are happy because they have taken counsel of their honest affections rather than of the opinions of the multitude, and have dared to be true to themselves in defiance of impertinent gossip." "You speak of the young farmer Barnet and his wife, I suppose?" said I. "Yes. I will give their case as an illustration.
'This letter has come by the post, and it is marked immediate. And there's this one from Mr. Downe, who called just now wanting to see you. He searched his pocket for the second. Barnet took the first letter it had a black border, and bore the London postmark.
Let us begin by asking ourselves what we expect from a profession. In the first place, certainly, we expect a living, but I think we want something more than that. If we were offered a thousand a year to walk from Charing Cross to Barnet every day, reasons of poverty might compel us to accept the offer, but we should hardly be proud of our new profession.
With a shivering intake of breath Miss Barnet flung wide the door, slamming it after her until the windows and the blue-glass vase on the mantelpiece and Miss Worte, stretched full length on the bed, shivered. Two flights down she flung open the front door. There came from the curb the bleat of a siren, wild for speed.
Not long after there was a loud knocking at the door, and as Effie had gone to bed, Rebecca did open it, when, whom did she see but the Widow Hepsy Barnet, Deacon Dole's housekeeper, and with her the Deacon's son, Moses, and the minister, Mr. Richardson, with a lantern in his hand! "Dear me," says the woman, looking very dismal, "have you seen anything of the Deacon?"
With the snuff-box and banner in full force, Sir Barnet Skettles propounded his usual inquiry to Florence on the first morning of her visit. When Florence thanked him, and said there was no one in particular whom she desired to see, it was natural she should think with a pang, of poor lost Walter.
She went nimbly round and round the beds of anemones, tulips, jonquils, polyanthuses, and other old-fashioned flowers, looking a very charming figure in her half-mourning bonnet, and with an incomplete nosegay in her left hand. Raising herself to pull down a lilac blossom she observed him. 'Mr. Barnet! she said, innocently smiling. 'Why, I have been thinking of you many times since Mrs.
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