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During the reading of the lessons his eyes were roving here and there in search of that beloved face, but much to his dismay he could not see it. Finally, on a chair near a pillar, he caught sight of Miss Whichello in her poke bonnet and black silk cloak, but she was alone, and there were no bright eyes beside her to send a glance in the direction of George.
Oh, good gracious me! what a very, very funny name. Is Miss Whichello a foreigner? 'Foreigner? Bah! cried Mrs Pansey, like a stentorian ram, 'she belongs to a good old English family, and, in my opinion, she disgraces them thoroughly.
'And there is no bee without a sting, and no rose without a thorn. I know all those consoling proverbs, Mr Cargrim, but they don't apply to my turtle-doves. Cargrim rubbed his hands softly together. 'Long may you continue to think so, my dear lady, said he, with a sad look. 'What do you mean, sir? asked Miss Whichello, sharply.
You can rest easy on that score, Miss Whichello. But my advice is, don't pick him up out of the mire; he'll only fall back into it again. 'You have a bad opinion of him, Miss Mosk. 'The very worst, replied Bell, conducting her guest to the door; 'he's a gaol-bird and a scallywag, and all that's bad. Well, good-night, Miss Whichello, and thank you for the jelly.
'Mab is the best and most charming girl in the world, said the little Jennie Wren, pale, and a trifle nervous. 'I can see that for myself. You misunderstand me, Miss Whichello, so I must speak more explicitly. Who is Miss Arden? 'She is my niece, replied Miss Whichello, with trembling dignity. 'The only child of my poor sister, who died when Mab was an infant in arms.
They appeared in Europe about the fifteenth century, calling themselves, falsely enough, Egyptians. But both Borrow and Leland are agreed that 'I don't want to hear about the gipsies, interrupted Miss Whichello, cutting short the doctor's disquisition; 'all I know is, that if Bosvile or Jentham, or whatever he called himself, is a sample of them, they are a wicked lot of Moabites.
If some remarks were made on the name inscribed in the register of the cathedral, few people paid any attention to them, and those who did received from Miss Whichello the same skilful explanation as she had given the young couple. Moreover, as Mother Jael was not present to make inquiries, and as Mrs Pansey had not the courage to hint at scandal, the matter died a natural death.
'But, dear Mrs Pansey, you don't think sweet Miss Whichello has anything to do with this very dreadful murder? 'I accuse no one, Daisy. I simply think! 'What do you think? questioned Cargrim, rather sharply. 'I think what I think, was Mrs Pansey's enigmatic response; and she shut her mouth hard.
'I wish to get under shelter before the storm breaks. 'Let me see you to your door at least. Miss Whichello rejected this officious offer by dryly remarking that she had accomplished the worst part of her journey, and bidding the chaplain 'Good-night, tripped across the square to her own Jenny Wren nest.
'That he had killed Jentham, and had stolen his money. 'Did he say if he had found any papers on Jentham's body? 'Not that I know of, replied George, staring. 'Why! had Jentham any particular papers in his possession? 'Oh, I don't know; I really can't say, answered Miss Whichello, confusedly, and rose unsteadily to her feet.
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