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Temperley might do was slightly eccentric, and had she suddenly taken it into her head to dance a fandango on the public road, it would have merely put a little extra strain on that word. By dint of not understanding her, Joseph Fleming had grown to feel towards Mrs.
"Oh, they don't mind, so long as I give them as much time as they want," she said. "I have to apologise and compromise, don't you know, but, with a little management, one can get on. Of course, society does ask a good deal of attention, doesn't it? and one has to be so careful." "Just a little tact and thought," said Temperley with a sigh.
Dodge and Mrs. Gullick continued to discuss this gloomy habit with exhaustive minuteness, involving themselves in side issues regarding the general conduct of life on the part of Mrs. Temperley, that promised solid material for conversation for the next week. It appeared from the observations of Mrs. Gullick, whose husband worked on Lord Engleton's model farm, that about five years ago Mr.
If the nurse did constitutionally enjoy a certain stuffiness in her nurseries well the children were out half the day, and it couldn't do them much harm. The night? "Oh! then one must, of course, expect to be a little stuffy." "But," cried Miss Temperley, almost hopeless, "impure air breathed, night after night, is an incessant drain on the strength, even if each time it only does a little harm."
She has done her duty, and sent half a dozen souls to hell!" Henriette uttered a little cry. "Where one expects to meet her!" Hadria added. Professor Theobald was chuckling gleefully. Lady Engleton laughed. "Then, Mrs. Temperley, you do feel rather wicked yourself, although you don't admire our nice, well-behaved, average woman."
There's one or two in the village already, as I has my eye on, wot " "Was this one a chill?" interrupted Mrs. Temperley, with a nod towards the new grave. "Wot, this here? Lord bless you, no, mum. This here's our schoolmarm. Didn't you never hear tell about her?" This damning proof of his companion's aloofness from village gossip seemed to paralyse the gravedigger.
She had a large family of her own, and the cottage was small. Mrs. Temperley asked for the address of the aunt. "I suppose no one knows who the father is? He has not acknowledged the child!" No; that was a mystery still. About a week later, Craddock Dene was amazed by the news that Mrs. Temperley had taken the child of Ellen Jervis under her protection.
Moreover she had been expressly given to understand, in a most pointed manner, that her conduct would not be misinterpreted if she allowed him to come occasionally. From several remarks that Temperley made, she saw that he too regarded the ordinary domestic existence with distaste. It offended his fastidiousness. He was fastidious to his finger-tips.
Only yesterday, when she met her returning from the Cottage, her eyes were like those of a dying woman, and now ! "People say ill-natured things about Mrs. Temperley," she confided to an intimate friend, "but that is because they don't understand her."
Name me a position more abject! A woman with a child in her arms is, to me, the symbol of an abasement, an indignity, more complete, more disfiguring and terrible, than any form of humiliation that the world has ever seen." "You must be mad!" exclaimed Miss Temperley. "That symbol has stood to the world for all that is sweetest and holiest." "I know it has! So profound has been our humiliation!"
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