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Such frankness on the part of her mother, coming after the decision about leaving school, proved indeed that Constance had ceased to be a mere girl. "Good morning, doctor." "Morning! Morning, missy! Well, it's a boy." "What? Yonder?" asked Mrs. Baines, indicating the confectioner's. Dr. Harrop nodded.
Lashmar to the soul; at times she turned in anger against the young man himself, accusing him of ungrateful supineness, but more often eased her injured feelings by accusation of all such persons as, by any possibility, might have aided Dyce to a career. One of these was Lady Susan Harrop, a very remote relative of hers. Twice or thrice a year, for half-a-dozen years at least, Mrs.
Now, of course, the topic was Dr. Midleton and Mrs. Fairfax. "When I found him in that back parlour," said Mrs. Harrop, "I thought he wasn't there to pay the usual call. Somehow it didn't seem as if he was like a clergyman. I felt quite queer: it came over me all of a sudden. And then we know he's been there once or twice since." "I don't wonder at your feeling queer, Mrs. Harrop," quoth Mrs.
You've always been so particular, and she seemed so respectable. I AM sorry." Mrs. Cobb did not quite relish Mrs. Harrop's pity. "You may be sure, Mrs. Harrop, she was respectable when I took her, and if she isn't I shan't keep her. I AM particular, more so than most folk, and I don't mind who knows it." Mrs. Cobb threw back her cap strings.
I wish I could say the same for you, Jennet; but though you're not deficient in ability, you've no perseverance or pleasure in study." "Ey knoa os much os ey care to knoa," replied Jennet, "an more than yo con teach me, Mester Harrop. Why is Alizon always to be thrown i' my teeth?" "Because she's the best model you can have," rejoined Sampson.
Bingham rose and went to the window. Her guests also rose. She held her arms down and then held them up, and was surveyed from every point of the compass. "I thought it was a pucker, but it's only the shadow," observed Mrs. Harrop. Mrs. Cobb stroked the body and shook the skirt. Not a single depreciatory criticism was ventured. Excepting the wearer, nobody present had seen such a masterpiece.
"And as ill-tempered as she is ill-favoured," rejoined Sampson Harrop; "and, though she cannot help being ugly, she might help being malicious." Jennet gave him a bitter look. "You do her injustice, Master Harrop," said Alizon. "Poor little Jennet is quick-tempered, but not malevolent." "Ey con hate weel if ey conna love," replied Jennet, "an con recollect injuries if ey forget kindnesses.
It doesn't seem so long. Aunt Harriet and Aunt Maria are both dead. Old Dr. Harrop is dead, and his son has practically retired. He has a partner, a Scotchman. Mr. Critchlow has married Miss Insull. Did you ever hear of such a thing? They have taken over the shop, and I live in the house part, the other being bricked up. Business in the Square is not what it used to be.
In half an hour Samuel had actually parted from Daniel at the police-office behind the Shambles, and was hurrying to rouse his wife so that she could look after Dick Povey until he might be taken off to Pirehill Infirmary, as old Harrop had instantly, on seeing him, decreed. "Ah!" he reflected in the turmoil of his soul: "God is not mocked!" That was his basic idea: God is not mocked!
On these facts, nine in all, the ladies had to construct it was imperative that they should construct it an explanation of Mrs. Fairfax, and it must be confessed that they were not worse equipped than many a picturesque and successful historian. At the request of the company, Mrs. Bingham went upstairs and put on the gown. "Do you mind coming to the window, Mrs. Bingham?" asked Mrs. Harrop. Mrs.
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