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I know that when sickness continues and the family are dependent on the fund, Champney Googe works many a night overtime and gives his extra pay to help out. I know, too, that when a strike threatens, he, who is now in the union because he is convinced he can help best there, is the balance-wheel, and prevents radical unreason and its results.
He thrust his hand into the workman's blouse and drew forth a small package, wrapped in oiled silk and sewed to a cord that was round his neck. He opened it. Aileen bent to examine it, her eyes straining in the increasing dusk. "Why, it's never it's not my handkerchief! Champney!"
The bitterest self-contempt was voiced in those two words. He raised his head, and the look he gave to the man opposite bordered on the inimical. "Yes, your manhood. Do you, in your supreme egotism, suppose that you, Champney Googe, are the only man in this world who has sinned, suffered, gone under for a time?
It was filled with anticipations of the yachting cruise, of a later visit to Flamsted, of Champney and her friends. Champney's name occurred many times, Alice's attitude towards the possessor of it seemed to be that of private ownership, but everything was written with the frankness of an accepted publicity of the fact that Mr. Googe was one of her social appendages.
Both women exclaimed at the same time, and their faces reflected the joy that shone in the eyes of the man they loved with a love bordering on worship. Champney nodded. "Yes, and so satisfactory " he drew a long breath; "I have so much to tell it will take half the evening. He wishes to 'pay his respects, so he says, to my wife and mother, if convenient for the ladies to-morrow how is it?"
The eyes they could not see; but the voice made itself heard, and felt, while he was writing. The men present unconsciously welcomed it as a personality. "Can you tell me if Mrs. Louis Champney lives near here?" he said, addressing his host. "Yes, sir; just about a mile down the street at The Bow."
Champney, who hindered him from having his will to do for the boy; and right's right, and now's your time to make good to his memory and intentions to make good your husband's will for Champney Googe and save your husband's name from disgrace and more besides. You know but you never knew I did till now what Louis Champney promised to do for the boy and he told me more than once, Mrs.
Champney Googe faced him: they were on the new iron bridge over the Rothel. "You mean to say my mother my mother, Aurora Googe, has been keeping a quarrymen's boarding-house all these years?" "Yes; it is legitimate work." "My mother my mother " he kept repeating as he stood motionless on the bridge.
Champney, properly gagged, found herself lashed to a rocking-chair in the charming little bed chamber, occupying, so to speak, a select position from which to observe the hasty but skillful operations of her recalcitrant beneficiary. She watched him empty her innovation trunk, the drawers in her bureau, and the closet in which her choicest gowns were hanging. He did it very thoroughly.
About seven months ago, Mrs. Googe " "Mrs. Googe?" She turned to him a face from which every particle of color had faded. "Yes, Mrs. Googe. She would have spoken to you herself long before this, but, you know, Aileen, how she would feel in the circumstances she would not think of suggesting your coming to her from Mrs. Champney. I feel sure she is waiting for you to take the initiative." "Mrs.
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