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Not girls who've spent all their lives in a tiny school like this. They've no standards. I've often told them that! They've simply no idea of how things used to swing at the Whinburn High!" "I wish Miss Pollard and Miss Mitchell would have done all the choosing," said Mavis anxiously. "I think myself it's a mistake to put it to the vote. Probably somebody quite unsuitable will be elected.
Their ambition soared as high as a debating society, where they evidently allowed full freedom of speech on popular topics, for Mavis, by mistake getting hold of one of their secret notices, found the subject for discussion was: "Monnitresses. Are they a Neccessary Evil?" She showed it to Merle with much amusement.
Directly landladies learned of the uses to which Mavis would put the room she wished to engage, they became resentful, and sullenly told her that they could not accommodate her. Little as Mavis was disposed to find harbourage for herself and little one in the unhomely places she inspected, she was hurt by the refusals encountered.
Even the American clock on the mantelpiece acquired a fine distinction by reason of its measuring the last moments of a human being, with all its miserable sensibility to pain and joy a distinction that was not a little increased, in Mavis' eyes, owing to the worldly insignificance of the doomed woman.
Surely meeting with you in a huge place like London is an answer to my prayer." "Meeting you, when you were hard up, was like something out of a book, eh?" "Something out of a very good book," replied Mavis. "Well, it wasn't chance at all. These sort of things never happen when they're wanted to. I've been up in town looking for you." "What!" "And thereby hangs a very romantic tale."
It was remarkable how often each would want help or counsel on matters piscatorial from the other. Sometimes Mavis would want a certain kind of hook, or she would be out of bait, or she would lose one of the beaded rings on her float, all being things which she had no compunction in borrowing from Perigal, inasmuch as he always came to her when he wanted anything himself.
Upon Mavis's third visit to Miss Nippett after her interview with Mr Poulter, she noticed a change in the sick woman's appearance; she was sitting up in bed with a face wreathed in smiles. "'Ave you 'eard?" she cried excitedly, when she saw Mavis. "Heard what?" asked Mavis innocently. "'Bout me an' 'Poulter's. You don't mean to say you 'aven't 'eard!" "I hope it's good news." "Good! Good!
"If you was a reel young lady, you wouldn't be out on such a night, and alone. So don't tell me. I ain't lived forty twenty-six years for nothink." Mavis did not think it worth while to argue the point. "What time is it?" she asked. "'Alf-past two. I suppose I shall 'ave to keep you till the morning." "I'll go directly. I can knock my landlady up." "She's one of the right sort, eh?
"I'll say what I please. And if I choose to tell you I think you a precious fool, nothing on earth shall stop me." "That's right: insult me," remarked Mavis, who was secretly pleased at his unrestrained anger. "'Insult' be hanged! You're an arrant, downright fool! You'd only to say the word to have been my wife." "What an honour!" laughed Mavis, saying the first words which came into her head.
"I could either chuck it or I could put it off till tomorrow." "Why not do that?" "But would you see me again?" "Yes." "And will you decide then?" "Perhaps." "Then I'll see you tonight," he said, as he raised his hat, as if wishing her to leave him. Mavis bit her lip as she turned to leave Perigal. "Goodbye till tonight, little Mavis!" "Goodbye," she called back curtly. "One moment," he cried.
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