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If there were at that time any woolen manufactories in the United States, their powers of production must have been very limited, while foreign cloths could only have been worn by the gentlemen, and by them probably not at all times, for a few years later than the date of madam's diary we find that English cloths were sold at the then fearful prices of eighteen and twenty dollars per yard.
"Is Jane about, Miss Gwendolyn?" he inquired. Then, seeing that Gwendolyn was alone, "Would you mind tellin' her when she comes that I'm out takin' the Madam's dogs for a walk?" Gwendolyn had a new thought. "A a walk?" she repeated. And stood up. "But tell Jane, if you please," continued he, "that I'll be back in time to go well, she knows where." This was said significantly. He turned. "Thomas!"
Many of them cried out, "They thought what madam's silk gown would end in;" others spoke sarcastically of her learning.
My old nurse told me that, and said that it shows that pride always goes before a fall. I never was where they kept peacocks before I came to Warwick Hall, and I've spent hours watching Madam's to see if it is true. But they are always so busy strutting, I've never been able to catch them looking at their feet."
It was the Madam's opinion that "blood would tell," and the good blood of many past Sturtevants stirred now in their descendant's veins, rousing his unselfishness, and making him say: "F-f-fudge! You look b-b-beat out. I'll go the road, all right. I don't m-m-m-mind it m-m-much, not much;" for even chivalry could not prevent this last truthful word of regret.
Your Aunt Eunice though she ain't your real aunt at all, only third cousin once removed she was promised to Schuyler Sturtevant, Madam's husband's brother, but he was killed out on a fox-hunt, an' she ain't never married nobody sence. That's one why she an' Madam are such good friends, most like sisters; as they would have been hadn't things turned out different. But there, my suz!
The shade of anxiety in madam's eye was caused only by a doubt as to the sufficiency of her supplies for three unexpected and ravenous guests; but a look at the mighty turkey, the crisp roast pig, the cold ham, the chicken pie, and the piles of smoking vegetables, with a long vista of various pastries, apples, nuts, and pitchers of cider on the buffet, and an inner consciousness of a big Indian pudding, for twenty-four hours simmering in the pot over the fire, reassured her, and perhaps heartened up the parson, for after a long grace he still kept his feet and added, with a kindly smile: "Brethren and friends, you are heartily welcome.
She had been intending to add the contents of Monty's plate to the less appetizing portion set out for herself, but now determined to put aside for a future luncheon whatever he had left. Food was never overabundant at the Madam's, and Alfaretta made it her business that none of what there was should ever go to waste. "Never mind, Monty.
Old Becky clutched the gold, and said, in a weak, whimpering tone, "'Tain't often I tell it ain't told it sin' Christmas marnin', old Madam couldn't abide to hear on't." "Old Madam's gone," said Valentine seriously. "Ay, her be her wer a saint, and sings in heaven now." "And I want to hear it."
Madam's eyes are of her colour; and, indeed, madam favours her mother more than my Lady Fareham does." "Have you seen Lady Fareham of late years?" "Ay, madam, she came here in her coach-and-six the summer before the pestilence, with her two beautiful children, and a party of ladies and gentlemen.
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