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On Sunday morning people met on their way to church, and shook their heads as they told each other the latest news from North Farthing double pneumonia, an abscess on the lung.... Nell Raddish said his face was blue ... the Old Squire was quite upset ... the nurse was like a heathen, raging at the cook.... Joanna Godden? she sat all day in Mr.
She brought him water for his hands, and scrubbed his face with a sponge to his intense discomfort. She was bawling downstairs to the unlucky Raddish to put the kettle on for some herb tea since an intimate cross-examination revealed that he had not had the recommended dose when the doctor arrived and came upstairs with Sir Harry.
He gave a sigh of relief as Joanna ran upstairs he told himself that she was a good practical sort of woman, and handsome when she was properly dressed. She had never been upstairs in North Farthing House before, but she found Martin's room after only one false entry which surprised the guilty Raddish sitting at Sir Harry's dressing-table and smarming his hair-cream on her ignoble head.
He pulled her down to the arm of his chair, and for a moment they huddled together, cheek on cheek. The opening of the door made Joanna spring virtuously upright. It was Sir Harry. "Hullo, Joanna! you here. Hullo, Martin! The lovely Raddish says you've come home middling queer. I hope that doesn't mean anything serious." "I've got some sort of a chill, and I feel a beast.
To begin with she had to face that impertinent upstart of a Nell Raddish, all tricked out in a black dress and white apron and cap and collar and cuffs, and she only a cowman's daughter with a face like a plum, and no sense or notions at all till she came to Farthing, since when, as everyone knew, her skirts had grown shorter and her nose whiter and her hair frizzier and her ways more knowing.
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