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And stepping to the door she bade Janet bring "Maude" into the parlor. "Maude!" How Dr. Kennedy started at the mention of a name which drove all thoughts of the five hundred dollars from his mind. There was feeling passion everything, now, in his cold gray eye, but quickly recovering his composure, he said calmly: "Maude, Matty Maude, is that your child's name?"
After we had duly condemned the want of candour which Mr Hoggins had evinced, and abused men in general, taking him for the representative and type, we got round to the subject about which we had been talking when Miss Pole came in; namely, how far, in the present disturbed state of the country, we could venture to accept an invitation which Miss Matty had just received from Mrs Forrester, to come as usual and keep the anniversary of her wedding-day by drinking tea with her at five o'clock, and playing a quiet pool afterwards.
But I was right. I think that must be an hereditary quality, for my father says he is scarcely ever wrong. One morning, within a week after I arrived, I went to call Miss Matty, with a little bundle of flannel in my arms.
"So near that my heart stopped beating when I heard of it, while you might have counted twelve," said Miss Pole. "One does not know whose turn may come next. Here, in Cranford, poor Lady Glenmire might have thought herself safe," said Miss Matty, with a gentle pity in her tones. "Bah!" said Miss Pole, with a toss of her head.
Matty don't whip; she just licks with all her muscle.... Matty's muscle's as strong as a tree limb." Mr. Singleton bowed his head. It had never occurred to him in all those absent years that the child was being abused. How simply she had told her tale of suffering!
"Oh, my dear, dear little girl!" cried the shocked lady, with a gush of self-reproach and sympathy, "I'm so sorry so very, very sorry. It was so stupid of me! Have I hurt you much, dear little girl? Come come with me." "Bring her to the stove, Matty, there's more room there to have it looked to," said the gentleman, in a kind voice.
"We will go to the hotel." They started down the corridor. A group of soldiers emerged from a chamber, blocking their way. "Baron von Stinnes," one of them called. The Baron saluted. "You are under arrest by order of the Council of Ten." Von Stinnes bowed. "Go to the hotel with Matty, Dorn. I will be on soon." To the soldiers he added, "Very well, comrades. Take me to comrade Levine."
Not wishing to discuss the subject in the presence of the culprit or his distressed and anxious grandmother, uncle Rutherford had told Captain Yorke to come again to our house in the evening of the day on which Matty was buried; having first taken counsel with father and mother and aunt Emily as to the best course to be pursued for all interested.
While Mahdi had his eye to the wall, the gorilla would cling to the bars of his cage, pushing his blunt nose through, and gibber and spit and protest in a high-pitched, querulous growl. "Blime, yiv got the noble Ammonia goin' this trip, Nickie," said the Living Skeleton. "Yes," replied Nickie, still with his eye to the crack, "that beast will have to learn decency and good conduct, Matty, my man.
Her hand was admirably calculated, together with her use of many-syllabled words, to fill up a sheet, and then came the pride and delight of crossing. Poor Miss Matty got sadly puzzled with this, for the words gathered size like snowballs, and towards the end of her letter Miss Jenkyns used to become quite sesquipedalian.
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