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"Lor', mum," she exclaimed fervently, "we draws nearer every day!" I am afraid not many husbands and wives could say the same. People are so anxious to marry too. I cannot understand them, men especially. They have their clubs, they are entirely independent, and can go home as late as they please without being questioned as to their whereabouts.
Lord Kitchener's greatness was the indefinable greatness of personality. He was not a clever man. He had no gifts of any kind. In the society of scholars he was mum and among the lovers of the beautiful he cut an awkward figure. At certain moments he had curious flashes of inspiration, but they came at long intervals and were seldom to be had in the day of drudgery, when his mind was not excited.
"Well, mum," he began, "you've seen me at work, and you've thought better of what you were proposing, haven't you now?" "Where is the wretched stripling who dared to slay my dove?" she cried. "Bring him to me!" "What are you a-talking about now?" cried the bewildered Leander. "Who's been touching your birds? I wasn't aware you kept birds."
His mother smiled. "Well, we bathed." Little Jon suddenly reached out and caught her neck in his hands. "I know," he said mysteriously, "you're it, really, and all the rest is make-believe." She sighed, laughed, said: "Oh! Jon!" Little Jon said critically: "Do you think Bella beautiful, for instance? I hardly do." "Bella is young; that's something." "But you look younger, Mum.
D'you mean that you saw the cat fly at her before it happened?" She had known the boy to have such strange, vivid premonitions of events which had come to pass. But Timmy answered slowly: "No, I don't mean that. I mean, Mum, that I wanted to try an experiment. I wanted to see if Josephine would see what Flick saw I mean if she'd see the ghost of Colonel Crofton's dog.
In the evening, while she was sitting alone in her room listlessly reading a book on modern painting by an author with whose views she did not agree, and looking forward to a probably sleepless night, there was a knock on the door, and a rose cheeked page boy, all alertness and buttons, tripped in with a note on a salver. "Any answer?" she said. "No, mum."
A silence of some minutes was broken by Mrs. Temperley's enquiry as to how long Dodge had followed this profession. "Nigh on twenty year, mum, come Michaelmas," replied Dodge. "I've lain my couple o' hundred under the sod, easy; and a fine lot o' corpses they was too, take 'em one with another."
But tell the hull business now, to your poor old fishin' teacher, an' let's be done with mysteries. Eunice, she's as mum as an oyster; an' Susanna, she talks a lot of explaining yet don't explain nothin'. What's all about, anyway, that's set Marsden crazy? Why, one man come to see me, was tellin' of searchin'-parties ransackin' our woods, prospectin', or somethin'. D'ye ever hear such impudence?
We left him drinking in the parlour last night. I've called to him again and again, but there's been no answer." "Don't you take on, mum; master's all right, I daresay. Here be the gals and Mrs. Tadman coming downstairs; they'll take care o' you, while I go and look arter him. You've no call to be frightened.
"Very likely," said Alonzo, who at last had received an answer with which he was pleased. "Well, ma, there isn't any more to find out here," he said. "Tell the driver home!" said his mother. When they reached the house in Twelfth Street, there was a surprise in store for them. "Who do you think's up-stairs, mum?" said Hannah, looking important. "Who? Tell me quick!"
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