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'Well, well; you must take it as I meant it, old man. Bower was annoyed, and added: 'No doubt Egremont likes to have a pretty gyurl to talk to every morning. I don't blame him. Still, if I was Grail 'What the devil do you mean, Bower? What's all this about? Ackroyd clearly knew nothing. The other recovered some of his confidence. 'Well, you needn't let it go further.
'So the day's coming, Thyrza. Thyrza played with the ends of a small boa which was about her neck. She had no reply. Her tongue refused to utter a sound. 'What's the matter? Thyrza's hand fell, she touched the sewing that was on Totty's lap. Then she touched Totty's hand. 'Will you tell me about about Mr. Ackroyd?
Thyrza, it seemed to her, was worldly in the most hopeless way. 'You'll be sorry for it if you're not firm, she remarked. Lydia made no direct reply, but after a moment's musing she said: 'If only she could think of Mr. Ackroyd! She had not yet spoken so plainly of this to Mary; the latter was surprised by the despondency of her tone. 'But I thought they were often together?
'I'd better put this work out of sight. And as she began to spread the cloth, she asked: 'What'll you do whilst we're at chapel, Thyrza? 'I think I'll go and have tea with Mrs. Grail; then I'll see if I dare ask for a book. 'You've made up your mind not to go out? 'There was something I wanted to tell you. I met Mr. Ackroyd as I was coming home last night.
Suppose both Thyrza Trent and me was in this room, and you had your choice between us, which would it be? Ackroyd flushed, then looked seriously offended. 'Won't you answer? 'I don't like to joke about such things. 'And I don't either, that's the truth; that's why such a thing came into my head. You needn't answer; I'd rather you didn't. Of course I know what you'd have to say.
I see in the paper that judge Ackroyd has sailed for Europe on six hours' notice, so I suppose you won't want any more?" Average Jones mentioned a destination for Rawson's beetles deeper than they had, ever digged for prey. "Yes, Sir," assented Simpson. "But if I might suggest, there's a very interesting advertisement in yesterday's paper repeated this morn " "I don't want to see it." "No, Sir.
He liked to pose in secret as a sort of transpontine schemer; that flattered his self-importance; but his ambition did not seriously go beyond making trouble in a legitimate way. He did indeed believe that something scandalous was going on, and it would be all the better fun to have Ackroyd join him with malicious pleasure in a campaign against reputations.
They looked with interest at each other. Ackroyd went down into the kitchen, leaving them together in the room with the old man. The night went on. Ackroyd and his brother-in-law smoked innumerable pipes by the kitchen fire. Jim often nodded, but Luke was far from sleep; the sad still half-hour spent with the Grails had troubled his imagination, and thoughts of Thyrza had been revived in him.
Why, we were both of us on the Greenwich boat last Sunday, and we laughed and talked no end of time. But Luke was ready to leave the room. He appointed another evening when Jack should come, and the lad scampered off. Leaving Ackroyd to go down and have supper with his sister and Lydia, and with Mr. Poole, who had just come home from a late job, let us go after Jack into Newport Street.
Just then a half-drunken fellow came along the pavement, and in a freak caught Totty about the waist. Ackroyd was in the very mood for an incident of this kind. In an instant he had planted so direct a blow that the fellow staggered back into the gutter, Totty with difficulty preventing herself from being dragged with him.
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