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Thus unchoicely Furnese of Misleham had expressed the wish that fathered such a thought. So at the first possible moment after the last munch and loud swallow with which old Grandfather Vine, who was unfortunately the slowest as well as the largest eater, announced repletion, all the chairs were pushed back on the drugget and a row of properly impassive faces confronted Mr.
From her bedroom window Ellen had seen the Misleham gig turn in at the gate, and had at once recognized the golden blot beside Mrs. Furnese as her sister Joanna. "Hullo, Jo! I never expected you back to-day. Did you send a wire? For if you did, I never got it." "No, I didn't telegraph. Where's Mene Tekel? Tell her to come around with Nan and carry up my box. Mrs.
It was at Yokes Court that she bought her roots, and from Becket's House her looker had come; Lydd and Rye and Romney were only market-towns you did best in cattle at Rye, but the other two were proper for sheep; Old Honeychild was just a farm where she had bought some good spades and dibbles at an auction; at Misleham they had once had foot-and-mouth disease she had gone to Picknye Bush for the character of Milly Pump, her chicken-girl....
Huxtable, will you sit by me?" Having thus settled her aristocracy she turned to her equals and allotted places to Vine of Birdskitchen, Furnese of Misleham, Southland of Yokes Court, and their wives. "Arthur Alce, you take my left," and a tall young man with red hair, red whiskers, and a face covered with freckles and tan, came sidling to her elbow.
The whole room held its breath as she sailed in, with a rustle of amber silk skirts. Her hair was piled high against a tortoise-shell comb, making her statelier still. Furnese of Misleham, who was chairman that year, came gaping to greet her. The others stared and stood still.
Ansdore certainly spent half as much again as Birdskitchen or Beggar's Bush or Misleham or Yokes Court, but then it had nearly twice as much to show for it. Joanna was not the woman who would fail to keep pace with her own prosperity her swelling credit was not recorded merely in her pass-book; it was visible, indeed dazzling, to every eye.
He treated these people as her and his inferiors unlike Martin Trevor, he would not submit to being driven round and shown off to Misleham, Picknye Bush, or Slinches.... It was small wonder that respectable families became indignant at such airs. "What does he think himself, I'd like to know? He's nothing but a clerk such as I'd never see my boy."
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