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When this form had been gone through, and the maid-of-all-work had once more made her appearance and cleared the table, Jeannie spoke again. "Gus," she said, "I want you to put me to bed and then come and read to me out of 'Jemima's Vow' where poor Jemima dies, you know. It is the most beautiful thing in the book, and I want to hear it again."
The Merry-Andrew was the funniest creature, in salmon- coloured tights, turned head over heels, and said he came from Timbuctoo. No, no: if Rickeybockey's a physic Doctor, we shall have Jemima in a pink tinsel dress tramping about the country in a caravan!"
Burgess quarrelled with the Stanbury family, how Jemima quarrelled with her own family, how, when her father died, she went out from Nuncombe Putney parsonage, and lived on the smallest pittance in a city lodging, how her lover was untrue to her and did not marry her, and how at last he died and left her every shilling that he possessed.
"Then it could not have been our Mrs Denbigh." "Oh, no, ma'am! I am sure I should be sorry to be understood to have suggested anything of the kind. I beg your pardon if I did so. All I meant to say and perhaps that was a liberty I ought not to have taken, considering what Ruth Hilton was " "Ruth Hilton!" said Jemima, turning suddenly round, and facing Mrs Pearson.
Surely Jemima was not having trouble with the servants! Approaching the kitchen door, he pushed it slightly open, and peeped into the room. Miss Jemima was emphatically laying down the law to the young and comely cook, who stood back against the table, facing her mistress, with the rolling-pin in her hand, and rebellion in every curve of her figure and in every feature of her face.
Miss Jemima devoured her brother's letter with greedy eyes. It was from a firm of London lawyers, and contained a brief announcement that the rich uncle of "Cobbler" Horn had died, in America, without a will; that "Cobbler" Horn was the lawful owner of all his wealth; and that they, the lawyers, awaited "Cobbler" Horn's commands.
Miss Jemima stepped into her new position as mistress of a large establishment with ease and grace; and, assisted by the young secretary, who was fast gaining the goodwill of her employer's sister, was already giving to the house, by means of a few slight touches here and there, that indescribable air of homeliness which money cannot buy, and no skill of builder or upholsterer can impart.
Read it here, see it in the movies, play it on the phonograph, run it through the sewing-machine. It was night in the mountains of Kentucky. Wild hills rose on all sides. Swift mountain streams flowed rapidly up and down the mountains. Jemima Tantrum was down at the stream, brewing whiskey at the family still. She was a typical mountain girl. Her feet were bare.
"Why, now I have you. Sure, ma'am, it's a love token." "I shall go away, sir." "Not till you come by the secret. I know you." His ear was pinched. "J.R. Who is J.R., sir?" "Jemima Regina. A queen of beauty, ma'am. She fell in love with my nose. And offered me a thousand pound for it." "Harry! I am going to say good night." "Hear the truth, Alison.
"Who is talking? I heard somebody speak? Jemima you haven't disobeyed me, have you?" Harry stepped noiselessly to the bedside and laid his fingers on the sick man's wrist: "Uncle George," he said gently. Temple lowered his head as if to focus his gaze. "Yes, there is some one!" he cried in a stronger voice. "Who are you, sir? not a doctor, are you? I didn't send for you!
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