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I couldn't, I couldn't live on that money! Never ask me to, Mrs. Byass. Practical Bessie had already begun to ask herself what arrangement Jane proposed to make about lodgings. She was no Mrs. Peckover, but neither did circumstances allow her to disregard the question of rent. It cut her to the heart to think of refusing an income of two pounds per week.
Byass, since their last lodger, after a fortnight of continuous drunkenness, broke the windows, ripped the paper off the walls, and ended by trying to set fire to the house. Sidney was intrusted with an outline treaty, to be communicated to Mr. Snowdon. This discussion was just concluded when Mr.
The next moment his head was again thrust forward. 'Let's send to the High Street for three cold roast fowls and a beef-steak pie! Let's get custards and cheese-cakes and French pastry! Let's have a pine-apple and preserved ginger! Who says, Go it for once? Mrs. Byass caught up the poker and sprang after him.
Byass had suggested the choice of artificial-flower making, to which she herself had been brought up; possibly that would do as well as anything else. 'I suppose so, was Sidney's reluctant acquiescence. 'Or as ill as anything else, would be a better way to put it.
'This letter from America, which I found on coming in, contains news she must hear disagreeable news, I'm sorry to say. 'About her father? Bessie inquired anxiously. Scawthorne nodded a grave and confidential affirmative. He had never given Mrs. Byass reason to suppose that he knew anything of Joseph's whereabouts, but Bessie's thoughts naturally turned in that direction.
Jane too saw all the requirements of the case. 'Mrs. Byass, will you let me have one room my old room upstairs? I have been very happy there, and I should like to stay if I can. You know what I can earn; can you afford to let me live there? I'd do my utmost to help you in the house; I'll be as good as a servant, if you can't keep Sarah. I should so like to stay with you!
Byass was doubtless in possession; Bessie on her side was reserved, circumspect. 'Will he get over it? the former inquired, with native brutality. 'I'm sure I don't know; I hope he may. The medical man arrived, and when he came downstairs again Joseph accompanied him.
Samuel Byass presented himself a slender, large-headed young man, with very light hair cropped close upon the scalp, and a foolish face screwed into an expression of facetiousness. He was employed in some clerkly capacity at a wholesale stationer's in City Road.
From the passage came sounds of scuffling and screaming, and in the end of something produced by the lips. Mrs. Byass then showed a very red face at the door, and said: 'Isn't he a fool? Just wait a minute while I get the table laid. Supper was soon ready in the comfortable kitchen.
I can't give up the job at once, but you may tell her I'm up to no harm. Where's the pen? Where's the cursed ink? And she takes the letter. 'Why, you've lost a day's work, Jane! She gave you the money for the journey, I suppose? 'Yes, yes, of course. 'Tell her she's not to make a fool of herself in future. 'No, I shan't say that, Mr. Byass. But I'm half-tempted to say it to someone else!
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