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West's arm was still inflamed and very painful. The doctor looked at it and said it needed more incision. West and Miss Brindley went off with him. An old ragamuffin wandered up with a loaf of maize bread. He offered it to the corporal for three dinars; but the corporal took it away and gave him two. The old man made a great outcry. We demanded the cause.
You see, my dear, you've got a straight-away hundred miles to walk. Can't you see that it would be possible for you to become too much elated by the way you walked the first part of the first mile?" "Why do you try to discourage me?" said Mildred. Mrs. Brindley colored. "I do it because I want to save you from despair a little later," said she. "But that is foolish of me.
Our engineers were at first self-taught, and many a self-taught man has had reason to rejoice in the time he spent in his education. Of these men we have examples in Brindley, who was at first a labourer and afterwards a millwright; Telford was a stone-mason; Rennie a farmer's son apprenticed to a millwright; and George Stephenson was a brakesman at a colliery.
Only her unusual good sense saved her from being angry with Mrs. Brindley. And it was that same good sense that moved her presently to try to laugh at herself. With a brave attempt to smile gayly she said: "You don't realize how you've taken me down. I had no idea I was so conceited about my singing.
Some progress was made with this undertaking, so far in advance of the age, but, like the other, it came to a stand still for want of money, and more than a hundred years passed before it was carried out by a kindred genius James Brindley, the great canal maker. Mr. Chambers says that when Yarranton's scheme was first brought forward, it met with violent opposition and ridicule.
That's why I know it's love. I didn't think I was capable of it. Of course, I've been rather strong after the ladies all my life. You know how it is with men." "I do," said Mrs. Brindley. "No, you don't either," retorted he. "You're one of those cold, stand-me-off women who can't comprehend the nature of man." "As you please," said she.
Stanley left at once for his annual shooting trip; Donald Keith disappeared, saying as was his habit neither what he was about nor when he would be seen again. Mrs. Brindley summoned her pupils and her musical friends. Mildred resumed the lessons with Jennings. There was no doubt about it, she had astonishingly improved during the summer.
"The fact that she's a great artist that's part of her," said Baird. "If she weren't a great singer, she wouldn't be she don't you see?" "Yes, I see," said Mrs. Brindley with an ironic sadness which she indulged openly because there was no danger of his understanding. "I don't exactly love her because she amounts to a lot or is sure to," pursued he, vaguely dissatisfied with himself.
Ashdridge Park, formerly the seat of the Duke of Bridgewater, the originator and author, with the aid of Brindley and Telford, of our great canal system, lies about a mile to the eastward. The scenery of the park and gardens are fine. The house is modern.
"Not actively rude but, worse still, passively rude." "He is the only man I've ever seen with whom I could imagine myself falling in love," said Mrs. Brindley. Mildred laughed in derision. "Why, he's a dead man!" cried she. "You don't understand," said Cyrilla. "You've never lived with a man." She forgot completely, as did Mildred herself, so completely had Mrs.
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