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A Rawdon is always a Rawdon." "But a cotton spinner, sir! A mere mill-owner!" "Well, I do not feel with you and the other county people in that respect. I think a cotton spinner, giving bread to a thousand families, is a vastly more respectable and important man than a fox-hunting, idle landlord. A mill-owning Rawdon might do a deal of good in the sleepy old village of Monk-Rawdon."
Then Ethel related many pleasant, piquant scenes between the two families at Monk-Rawdon, and especially that one in which the room of the first Tyrrel had been opened and his likeness restored to its place in the family gallery. It touched the old lady to tears, and she murmured, "Poor lad! Poor lad! I wonder if he knows! I wonder if he knows!"
There was a train for London passing Monk-Rawdon at eight o'clock; and after Justice Manningham had left, the cook brought in some dinner, which Dora asked the Rawdons to share with her. It was, perhaps, a necessary but a painful meal. No one noticed Mostyn. He was enforced to sit still and watch its progress, which he accompanied with curses it would be a kind of sacrilege to write down.
Mostyn, and made others do so; and when she perceived there would be but a shabby and tardy restoration for him socially, she advised him to shake off the dust of his feet from Monk-Rawdon, and begin life in some more civilized place. And in order that he might do so, she induced Lord Surrey to get him a very excellent civil appointment in Calcutta." "Then he is going to India?"
He would sit hour after hour telling Ruth and me how bright you were, and how all the young beaux around Monk-Rawdon adored you." "Nonsense! Nonsense! I had beaux to be sure. What pretty girl hasn't?" "And he said his brother Edward won you because he was most worthy of your love." "Well, now, I chose Edward Rawdon because he was willing to come to America. I longed to get away from Monk-Rawdon.
"About twenty of our most intimate friends are invited to the church," said Ethel. "There will be no reception until we return to New York in the fall." "No need of fuss here, there will be enough when you reach Monk-Rawdon. The village will be garlanded and flagged, the bells ring-ing, and all your tenants and retainers out to meet you."
All that had then been promised was now certain; and with an affection infinitely sweeter and surer, Tyrrel drew Ethel to his heart, and on her lips kissed the tenderest, proudest words a woman hears, "My dear wife!" This visit was their last adieu, all the rest had been said, and early the next morning they left Monk-Rawdon station as quietly as they had arrived.
Your grandfather wasn't a man to like being 'the Squire's brother. He could stand alone." "Are you glad you came to America?" "Never sorry a minute for it. Ten years in New York is worth fifty years in Monk-Rawdon, or Rawdon Court either." "Squire Percival was very fond of me. He thought I resembled you, grandmother, but he never admitted I was as handsome as you were."
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