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Overawed by a manner of which she could neither conceive the motive, nor estimate the merit, Jenny muttered between her teeth, "Odd, when the first flight's ower, Miss Edith taks it as easy as I do, and muckle easier, and I'm sure I ne'er cared half sae muckle about Cuddie Headrigg as she did about young Milnwood.
"I didn't feel like dancing," was her sole explanation. "I begged Mr. Willett to go back to you, but he wouldn't." And Burtis, later, had to shout angrily for him before he could get him into the wagon and off for town. She slept that night in the room adjoining Mrs. Flight's, and slept but little, said that lady later.
Andrew's, which is their parish church, was suiting the moderate high church folk; and there is St. Kenelm's, very high indeed, Mr. Flight's, I think I have heard of him, and it is just the right thing, I am sure." "Don't flatter yourself that the M.A. will let you have much pleasure in it. It is just what people of her sort think dangerous."
Flight's Sisterhood, are not they?" "And Primrose Merrifield says that Wilfred declares that they are not ladies; but that's all jealousy, you know, because Will doesn't like my friends, and Magdalen is altogether gone upon grandees." "Fancy!" was all that Phyllis managed to say. "She doesn't want us to be friends with anybody who don't belong to some one with a handle to her name.
Overawed by a manner of which she could neither conceive the motive, nor estimate the merit, Jenny muttered between her teeth, "Odd, when the first flight's ower, Miss Edith taks it as easy as I do, and muckle easier, and I'm sure I ne'er cared half sae muckle about Cuddie Headrigg as she did about young Milnwood.
Flight's significant remark. "No wonder lots of our primmers looked blue to-night. Willett used to dance with Mrs. Wright and Mrs. Hay all the time, but he hardly looked at them to-night. And did you see the look Miss Loomis gave him when he invited her? He says she snubbed him outright."
Old No. 12 was still at Mira's service, but she couldn't bear the house, she said, and so the ladies moved their furniture into an abandoned bachelor den next to Flight's, and for a few days all went merrily. Then there came a servants' squabble, and their cook differed with Mrs. Flight's maid-of-all-work, and, refusing arbitration, was impudent to her employers. Mrs.
Magdalen accepted the suggestion, perhaps the more readily because of a fleeting visit from Hubert Delrio, who had finished his frescoes at the American Vale Leston, and came for a day or two to Mr. Flight's.
Pity a Youth that never lov'd before, Remember 'tis a Prince that does adore; Who offers up a Heart that never found It could receive, till from your Eyes, a wound. Er. To your command should I submit to yield, Where could I from Alcippus be conceal'd? What could defend me from his jealous Rage? Gal. Trust me, Erminia, I'll for that engage. Er. And then my Honour by that flight's o'erthrown. Gal.
"Would it not have been put into the boathouse out of the rain?" said Agatha. "The gardener was gone home, out of reach round the point, but we shall know to-morrow." "He thinks they may have rowed out and been caught in the storm," cried Paula, bursting into fresh weeping; and Magdalen saw the conjecture confirmed by Mr. Flight's countenance.
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