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Then pale as a whitewashed wall, and with her thin lips tightly compressed, the schoolmistress took hold of me to drag me out of my seat, but with my little nervous fingers I clung to the desk in front of me, and as often as she tore one of my hands open the other fixed itself afresh. "You minx! We'll see who's mistress here. . . . Will none of you big girls come and help me?"
"Here's a letter for you, Doctor Mack," said the housekeeper, as she entered the plain room used as a library and sitting-room by her employer, Doctor Ezekiel Mack. "It's from Walter, I surmise." This was a favorite word with Miss Nancy Sprague, who, though a housekeeper, prided herself on having been a schoolmistress in her earlier days. "Indeed, Nancy. Let me see it.
Petherbridge was accustomed to pray orally at our prayer-meetings, in a funny old voice like wind in a hollow tree, and he seldom failed to express a hope that 'the Lord would support Miss Lafroy' who was the village schoolmistress, and one of our congregation, 'in her labour of teaching the young idea how to shoot'. I, not understanding this literary allusion, long believed the school to be addicted to some species of pistol-practice.
I felt the whole charm of mystery, and repaid Miss Vulson in kind, when she least expected it, the use she made of me in concealing her amours. To my great mortification, this secret was soon discovered, and I presently lost my young schoolmistress. Miss Goton was, in fact, a singular personage.
"You told me to hold my tongue. No; he didn't ask for you." "Then who did he want to see?" "It's on his card." The schoolmistress instantly looked at Miss Westerfield. Miss Westerfield rose from her place at the head of her class. The pupils, astonished at this daring act, all looked at the teacher their natural enemy, appointed to supply them with undesired information derived from hated books.
The schoolmistress took one long look, and as the wave retired, rushed after it to the very brink of the chasm, and flung herself on her knees. "The wave has carried him across the crack, and she's got him!" screamed old Willis. And he sprang upon her, and caught her round the waist. "Now, if you be men!" shouted he, as the rest hurried down.
The schoolmistress was not a brilliant woman. Nor was it accomplishments of which Fanny stood in need, so much as the opening of her thoughts and mind by profitable books and rational conversation. Beautiful as were all her natural feelings, the schoolmistress had now little difficulty in educating feelings up to the dignity of principles.
Part of her existence had been passed as a Beggar Child solely indicated by a shawl tightly folded round her shoulders and chills, as a Schoolmistress, unnecessarily severe; as a Preacher, singularly personal in his remarks, and once, after reading one of Cooper's novels, as an Indian Maiden. This was, I believe, the only instance when she had borrowed from another's fiction.
At the sight of her hero thus marred, she was seized at once with compassion and gaiety. The latter feeling obtained the mastery, and she burst into a clear laugh, which, however, stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Mademoiselle Prefere stood at the parlour door, smiling. "That dear child!" sighed the schoolmistress in her tenderest tone. "I am afraid she will tire you.
This is bad business for you, Cy Whittaker," he snarled, his self-control vanishing, "and" with a vindictive glance at the schoolmistress "for those who are with you in it. That appointment was obtained under false pretenses and I can prove it. Your tricks don't scare me. I've had experience with TRICKS before." "Yup. So I've heard.
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