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Miss Matty's eyes were failing her, and I doubted if she could discover the number of threads in a worsted-work pattern, or rightly appreciate the different shades required for Queen Adelaide's face in the loyal wool-work now fashionable in Cranford.
Adelaide's beauty attracted the men, and a male audience was essential to Henrietta's happiness; she found the conversation of women the women she felt socially at ease with tedious, and their rather problematic power of appreciation limited to what came from men.
Adelaide's time was now completely occupied; it was one round of brilliant success for the poor woman. 'Such triumphs! such intoxication! as Scudo says; but the glory was that of a shooting star.
Excepting the different topics of conversation, this evening was exactly like the last. The two old men arrived at the same hour, the same game of piquet was played, the same speeches made by the players, the sum lost by Adelaide's friend was not less considerable than on the previous evening; only Hippolyte, a little bolder, ventured to chat with the young girl.
Adelaide's eyes followed him like search-lights. "May I ask," she said with her edged voice, "if you have been disposing of my child's future in there without consulting me?" If their places had been reversed, Adelaide would have raised her eyebrows and repeated, "Your child's future?" but Farron was more direct.
And Adelaide was off, a small, sturdy, undistinguished figure, with an unyielding loyalty to Gertie and to the idea of marriage. He comprehended her goodness, her devotion. He sighed, "If she'd only stop this hinting about Gertie and me " He was repentant of his irritation, and said to Gertie, who was intimately cuddling her arm into his: "Adelaide's an awfully good kid. Sorry she had to go."
"And the child dislikes her so much?" was Adelaide's reply, made in the form of an interrogation and with arched eyebrows. "Fina is like the discontented little squirrel who was never happy," said Josephine, patting the plump little hand that still meandered through the depths of Edgar's beard.
The the Pardon me, I don't often indulge in invectives against unhappy men who have their punishment before them, but I was thinking of you and what you have suffered in this jail, where you have not belonged no, not for a day." "Don't think of me." The words came with a gasp. I was never so hard put to it not when I first realised that I had been seen with my fingers on Adelaide's throat. Arthur!
"Is Burke in the outer office? Send him in." Adelaide's heart began to beat as Marty, in his working-clothes, entered. He was more suppressed and more sulky than she had yet seen him. "I've been trying to see you, Mr. Farron," he began; but Vincent cut in: "One moment, Burke. I have something to say to you. That bout you said you had with O'Hallohan "
Farron, but was afraid that, if she did, it would be like intimating that he was as good as dead. She was caught between the negative danger of seeming indifferent and the positive one of being tactless. As soon as Vincent had left the house, Adelaide's thought turned to her daughter. He had gone about six o'clock.
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