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Slender as was Jude Fawley's frame he bore the two brimming house-buckets of water to the cottage without resting. Over the door was a little rectangular piece of blue board, on which was painted in yellow letters, "Drusilla Fawley, Baker."
Old Miss Fawley's fuel-house was dry, and eminently practicable; and she seemed willing to give the instrument standing-room there. It was accordingly left in the school till the evening, when more hands would be available for removing it; and the schoolmaster gave a final glance round. The boy Jude assisted in loading some small articles, and at nine o'clock Mr.
The Grants were in town, and Cyril was dining with them. I found I did not know many people, and cared little for those I did. I was about to escape when Miss Fawley's name was announced. I was close to the door, and she had to stop and speak to me. We exchanged a few commonplaces. She either made love to a man or was rude to him.
And known to you afterwards, if I am not mistaken." "Dear me, dear me," said Phillotson, starting out of his stiffness. "YOU Fawley's wife? To be sure he had a wife! And he I understood " "Divorced her as you did yours perhaps for better reasons." "Indeed?" "Well he med have been right in doing it right for both; for I soon married again, and all went pretty straight till my husband died lately.
After a few moments she went out upon his arm, and then Cyril turned to me. "I think her," he replied, speaking, as was necessary, very low, "the embodiment of all that is evil in womanhood. In old days she would have been a Cleopatra, a Theodora, a Delilah. To-day, lacking opportunity, she is the 'smart woman' grubbing for an opening into society and old Fawley's daughter.
He used to drive old Drusilla Fawley's bread-cart out at Marygreen, till he 'prenticed himself at Alfredston. Since then he's been very stuck up, and always reading. He wants to be a scholar, they say." "Oh, I don't care what he is, or anything about 'n. Don't you think it, my child!" "Oh, don't ye! You needn't try to deceive us! What did you stay talking to him for, if you didn't want un?
Fawley's aunt being a baker she made him a bride-cake, saying bitterly that it was the last thing she could do for him, poor silly fellow; and that it would have been far better if, instead of his living to trouble her, he had gone underground years before with his father and mother.
The householder said he could not recall her features. "But still, if you are a friend of Mr. Fawley's we'll do what we can for a day or two if he'll make himself answerable?" "Yes, yes," said Jude. "She has really taken me quite unawares; but I should wish to help her out of her difficulty."
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