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Updated: May 12, 2025
It was after my wife. She was lady's-maid to Squire Ammaby's mother, and the old Squire got me the school. Ah, those were happy days! I was a godless, rough sort of a fellow when she married me, but I became a converted man. And let me tell ye, lad, when a man and wife love GOD and each other, and live in the country, a bit of ground like this becomes a very garden of Eden."
"I don't think I be very bad," said Jan, modestly. Amabel's next questions came at short intervals, like dropping shots. "Do you say your prayers, Bogy?" "Yes, Miss." "Do you go to church, Bogy?" "Yes, Miss." "Then where do you sit?" "In the choir, Miss; the end next to Squire Ammaby's big pew." "DO YOU?" said Amabel.
But a nearer view of the white horse had roused Mr. Ammaby's indignation. "I wonder," he said, "that you're not ashamed to exhibit a poor beast that's been so ill-treated. For heaven's sake, take it to the knacker's, and put it out of its misery at once." "Look ye, my lord," said the Cheap Jack, touching his cap. "The horse have been ill-treated, I knows.
The size of her shoes scandalized her grandmother, and once drew tears from Lady Louisa as she reflected on the probable size of Miss Ammaby's feet by the time she was "presented." Lady Louisa was tall and weedy; the Squire was tall and robust. Amabel inherited height on both sides, but in face and in character she was more like her father than her mother.
I'll hold un safe, ma'am," said the windmiller, who had all a man's dislike for shirking at the last moment what had once been decided upon; and, as the nurse afterwards expressed it, before she had time to scream, he had tucked Miss Amabel Adeline Ammaby's finery well round her, and had dipped her into the hopper and out again.
"Ah, Edward!" she cried, "I am so glad you've come home. I want you to see that quaint child I was telling you about." "I don't remember, my dear," said Mr. Ford's client. "You're looking very tired," said Lady Adelaide, gently; "but about the child. It is Lady Louisa Ammaby's little girl. You know I met her just before we left Brighton.
Back, up the road, where he could hardly drive them at the point of the switch a few hours before; by sharp turns into Squire Ammaby's grounds, or the churchyard; and helter-skelter through the water- meadows.
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