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Had Grey Jerrold been there, he would have thought her the very personification of what a little housewifely wife should be, and would have admired the skill with which she wove back and forth, over and under, filling up the hole with a deftness which even his Aunt Hannah could not have excelled. But Neil saw only her soft, girlish beauty, and cared nothing for her deftness and thrift.
But she made him swallow the herb tea, and she kept on talking herself, wondering what Hannah would do after her father was gone. Would she stay there alone, or live with her brother? Most likely the former, as Mrs. Jerrold would never have her in her family, and really, one could not blame her, Hannah was so peculiar and queer.
"You talk about my having nothing to do," Aunt Theresa plaintively continued. "But I'm sure I can hardly sleep at night sometimes for thinking of all I ought to do and haven't done. Mrs. Jerrold, you know, made me promise faithfully when we were coming away to write to her every mail, and I never find time. Every week, as it comes round, I think I will, and can't.
Still holding the feverish hand which clung to his, Grey hesitated a moment, and then said: "I am not Neil; he will be here soon. I am Grey Jerrold; don't you remember I spent a Christmas with you once?" Again she regarded him fixedly a moment, and then she said: "Yes, I remember Grey Jerrold, the American: he was to have had my room, but said he preferred the cold and the rats!
If anything, I think Miss Renwick was cold and distant to her. I couldn't make it out at all." "And did Jerrold dance with her?" "Once, I think, and they had a talk out on the piazza, just a minute. I happened to be at the door, and couldn't help seeing it; and what got me was this: Mr.
And then Bessie began the experiment of trying to make somebody happy every day; and the butcher's boy of whom she bought the meat, and the girl who brought the milk, and the man of whom she bought their bread, and the beggar woman who came to the door for cinders and cold bits, found an added graciousness of manner in the young girl who smiled so sweetly upon them and interested herself so kindly in their welfare, and who, in her limited sphere, was imitating Grey Jerrold, and trying to make a few people happier, even though she could never hope, like him, to number twenty thousand!
I've never thanked you properly. I can't thank you. There aren't any words to do it in. And I only know now what it's cost you...." Did he know? Did he know that it had once cost her Jerrold? "... For instance, I know you gave up coming here with us because you thought it would be better for me without you." Colin, too, turning it in her heart, the sharp blade of remorse.
Sala being in an even more talkative mood than usual, and now that he had heard of the disaster of Sedan more than ever inclined to express his contempt of the French in regard to military matters, Jerrold declined the invitation, fearing, as he afterwards said to my father in my presence, that some unpleasantness might well ensue, as Sala, in spite of all remonstrances, would not cease "gassing."
Really, Eliot, you do say things as if nobody but yourself had any sense. You can run away now, Anne darling." Anne stood staring, with wild animal eyes that saw no place to run to. It was Jerrold who saved her. "I say, would you like to see my new buck rabbit?" "Rather!"
There was something inexpressibly repugnant to Fitzjames in the tone adopted by a school of which he took Dickens and Douglas Jerrold to be representatives. His view of the general literary question comes out oddly in the article upon 'The Relation of Novels to Life, contributed to the 'Cambridge Essays. He has no fear of modern æsthetes before his eyes.
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