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I shall be within call. Send one of the servants for me if she if the Crippses come before I get back." Hephzy did not urge me to remain. Nor did she offer to accompany me. As usual she seemed to read my thoughts and understand them. "All right, Hosy," she said. "You go and have your walk. I'll wait here. But don't be long, will you." I promised not to be long.
Oh, don't you see CAN'T you see how miserable you are making me? And yet you talk of my happiness!" "But you aren't happy here. ARE you happy?" "I am happy enough. Yes, I am happy." "I don't believe it. Are these Crippses kind to you?" "Yes." I didn't believe that, either, but I did not say so.
"That is, we were practically sure she had left Paris to get rid of us and had gone to her cousins, the Crippses, because of her half-promise to me not to sing at places like the Abbey again. We knew all that. And she asked me to promise that we would not follow her. I didn't promise, but that makes no difference. Was that all Bayliss told you?"
You'd have all that niece and uncle mess again, and I don't suppose you want any more of THAT." "I should say I didn't!" I exclaimed, fervently. "Yes, that's the way it seemed to me. So she hadn't ought to go to Mayberry. And we can't leave her here alone in London. She'd be lonesome, for one thing, and those everlastin' Crippses might find out where she was, for another.
In Which I, as Well as Mr. Solomon Cripps, Am Surprised "And to think," cried Hephzy, for at least the fifth time since I told her, "that those Crippses are her people, the cousins she lived with after her pa's death! No wonder she was surprised when I told her how you and I went to Leatherhead and looked at their 'Ash Dump' 'Ash Chump, I mean.
I know I tried. And I was still trying when the sound of steps and voices on the other side of the shrubbery caused us or caused her; I doubt if I should have heard anything except her voice just then to start and exclaim: "Someone is coming! Don't, dear, don't! Someone is coming." It was the Crippses who were coming, of course. Mr. and Mrs. Cripps and Hephzy.
"And there, among her relatives, she thought she would be free from our persecution." "There's some things worse than persecution," Hephzy declared; "and, so far as that goes, there are different kinds of persecution. But what makes those Crippses willin' to take her in and look after her is what I can't understand.
"WE are going?" she repeated. "Do you mean you are going with him?" Hephzy joined in, but in a quite different tone. "You are goin'?" she said, joyfully. "Oh, Frances, are you comin' with us?" It was my turn now and I rejoiced in the prospect. An entire brigade of Crippses would not have daunted me then. I should have enjoyed defying them all. "Yes," said I, "she is coming with us, Hephzy. Mr.
And we came just as near hirin' it, too; we would have hired it if she hadn't put her foot down and said she wouldn't go there. A good many queer things have happened on this pilgrimage of ours, Hosy, but I do believe our goin' straight to those Crippses, of all the folks in England, is about the strangest. Seems as if we was sent there with a purpose, don't it?"
I had read, in books by English writers, of the British middle-class Pharisee. I judged the Crippses to be Pharisees. Hephzy's opinion was like mine. "If ever there was a sanctimonious hypocrite it's that Mrs. Cripps," she declared. "And her husband ain't any better. They remind me of Deacon Hardy and his wife back home.
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