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"You think Mr. Jennings may reject me?" she asked. "I KNOW he will not," replied Mrs. Brindley. "Not as long as you can pay for the lessons. But I was thinking of the real thing of whether you could win out as a singer." "And you don't think I can?" said Mildred. "On the contrary, I believe you can," replied Mrs. Brindley. "A singer means so much besides singing.
You can tell better after a week in the factory. Those in my employ work ten hours a day. Leonard Craig doesn't like it." "All I ask, Mr. Jennings, is that you give me a trial." "That is fair," responded the little man, looking pleased. "I will tell you now that, not knowing of any vacancy in the factory, I had intended to give you the place in the office which Mr. Gibbon has asked for his nephew.
Next morning Mallow drove to Jennings and related everything, including the confession of Caranby regarding the accident, and added details of the interview with Mrs. Octagon. Jennings listened, astonished. "I am glad you told me," he said, "of course I don't want you to make all this public. The general impression is the same as that of Mrs. Octagon, that Maraquito murdered Miss Loach.
Jennings had the satisfaction of discovering to be her relations, and this was enough for Sir John to invite them directly to the park, as soon as their present engagements at Exeter were over.
Is it really necessary?" urged Faith. Miss Jennings turned to her quickly and opened her pocket-book. There were seventeen cents and a small photograph in the purse. Faith had just time to recognize the picture as that of Mr. Watkins when Miss Jennings closed the book with a flush of annoyance.
You have qualified yourself for something better. How much do I pay you?" "I began on two dollars a week and my board. At the end of six months you kindly advanced me to four dollars." "I dare say you have found it none too much for your wants." Carl smiled. "I have saved forty dollars out of it," he answered. Mr. Jennings looked pleased. "You have done admirably," he said, warmly.
Elinor could not find herself in the carriage with Mrs. Jennings, and beginning a journey to London under her protection, and as her guest, without wondering at her own situation, so short had their acquaintance with that lady been, so wholly unsuited were they in age and disposition, and so many had been her objections against such a measure only a few days before!
Has she run away because we are come? I see her instrument is open." "She is walking, I believe." They were now joined by Mrs. Jennings, who had not patience enough to wait till the door was opened before she told HER story. She came hallooing to the window, "How do you do, my dear? How does Mrs. Dashwood do? And where are your sisters?
Jennings, with a very intelligent "Ah! poor dear," immediately gave her her salts; and Sir John felt so desperately enraged against the author of this nervous distress, that he instantly changed his seat to one close by Lucy Steele, and gave her, in a whisper, a brief account of the whole shocking affair.
I think that politics will destroy the grange. To make it a debating school on political questions would bring discord and wrangling into it. I hope I shall never see the day. I now ask Brother Jennings to say a few words." Mr. Jennings, a fat and jolly farmer, came to the front looking very hot. His collar had long since melted. "I aint very much of a speech-maker, Mr.
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