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But she had made herself sure that the man in question was a man from London, a middle-aged man from London, who had specially asked for Mrs. Trevelyan, and who had at once been known to Mrs. Clegg, at the Lessboro' inn, to be Mrs. Trevelyan's lover. Miss Stanbury was very unhappy, and at last sent for Giles Hickbody. Giles Hickbody had never pretended to know the name.
"Elijah says as John Bunyan made them all feel pretty cheap down at the printin' press this mornin'," Miss Clegg went on: "seems the whole community was squeezin' into the back of Mr.
So he had all that long walk for nothin', 'n' I can't in conscience deny 't I was more 'n rejoiced, for Lord knows I did n't consider 't he'd acted very obligin'." Mrs. Lathrop ceased to chew and looked deeply sympathetic. There was a brief silence, and then she asked, "Was you thinkin' o' tryin' any " Miss Clegg stared at her in amazement. "Mrs. Lathrop!
11 March. There was a lot of firing near La Panne to-day, and a British warship was repeatedly shelled by the Germans from Nieuport. I went into Dunkirk with Mr. Clegg, and got the usual hasty shopping done. No one can ever wait a minute. If one has time to buy a newspaper one is lucky. The difficulty of communicating with anyone is great no telephone no letters no motor-car. I am stranded.
Lathrop nodded her head sympathetically. Miss Clegg sighed and looked pensive for a moment, but it was soon over. "'N' I've decided about my child too," she continued briskly, "I've decided to have a boy. I decided goin' in on the train to-day.
Susan was up and washing her breakfast dishes, but the instant that she spied her friend she abruptly abandoned her task and hastened to the rendezvous. "Are you goin' t' " Mrs. Lathrop called eagerly. "No, I ain't," was the incisive reply. Then they both adjusted their elbows comfortably on the top rail of the fence, and Miss Clegg began, her voice a trifle higher pitched than usual. "Mrs.
Then Miss Clegg drew a long breath and re-began thus: "Well, now, the first is, 'How can you put pickles up so they'll keep the year 'round?" She paused there and looked expectantly at the placid Mrs. Lathrop as if she was asking a riddle or conducting an examination for the benefit of her friend. Mrs.
"I shall never forget how you stood on him and wiped your boots, Anthony." "I did chastise him somewhat severely, I remember. But I learned something more of his villainy from Barbara, as we drove away, and I returned next day to give him another dose but found him in bed bandaged like a mummy and this Clegg fellow of yours beside him.
"Didn't you find your " Mrs. Lathrop began eagerly. "Cousin?" said the traveller, in a tone that suggested revelations as yet unrevealed, "oh, yes, Mrs. Lathrop, I found my cousin." Mrs. Lathrop felt herself to be silenced, and spoke no more. Miss Clegg drank all the tea and ate all the gingerbread.
Already the organized energy of England has pushed its explorations, under Livingstone, Barth, and Clegg, into regions hitherto unknown. Already, under the increased consumption, one-third of the cotton consumed at Liverpool is the product of climes other than our own. Hundreds of miles of railroad in India are opening to the market vast regions to share in our profits and break down our monopoly.
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