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No one but Toffy would have loved her; she was quite plain and she was separated from her husband a truculent gentleman who employed his leisure moments in making his wife miserable. And she had a daughter of ten years old towards whose maintenance Mrs. Avory made blouses and trimmed parasols for which her friends hardly ever paid her.
It was not Toffy's fault upon this occasion that the motor-car came to grief. Mr. Lawrence's big Panhard ran into them when they were seven miles from home, and Mrs. Avory was taken back to Hulworth insensible and with a broken arm. Mr. Lawrence was himself bruised and shaken, but he helped to take Mrs.
'I asked her in the morning if my sheets had been aired, and she said that they had not. She further explained that she had taken the precaution of feeling them, and that they had not seemed very wet! 'Oh, hang Mrs. Avory! said Peter inwardly. 'Why has not Toffy got a good wife to look after him?
Lawrence had been, and how, of course, she must give up her engagements at home for the next few days, as she would not dream of leaving until Mrs. Avory was able to leave also. The notes fell like a series of cold douches upon the warm interest and keen excitement prevalent at Culversham. Perhaps only Miss Abingdon was sincerely glad that conventionalities had been in force throughout.
"Quite clear," he said, "but not what I call a sensible way of doing things. Your explanation satisfies me." Mrs. Avory expressed her regret that the mistake had occurred. "But," she added, "you must allow that we had no other course than to accept the present as though it really belonged to us. We have for so many years been the only Avories here." "But have you so many friends," Mr.
The world, with its ever-ready explanation of conduct and its facility in finding motives, ascribed Sir Nigel's chronic impecuniosity to the fact that he contributed to the support of Mrs. Avory and her little girl. Mrs.
They left the weir very early the next morning, after a breakfast from the cold ham which Mrs. Avory had bought them at Stratford. On their way through the village they stopped at Salford Hall, because Hester and Gregory had had an argument as to whether or not it was possible to hear the breathing of the person in the hiding-hole.
"As near as I can remember he showed me the letter, and said, 'Is that all right? I looked at it, and read, 'To be given to Mrs. Avory' on it, so I said, 'Yes, Then he said, 'I've got a caravan for your lot, cockie, and backed it into the yard." "How splendid!" said Robert. "Then it was you who did it, Kinky?" "Did what, Master Robert?" "Got us the Slowcoach; because the address wasn't Mrs.
"Yes," said Mrs. Avory, "but " "Oh, well," said Mr. Lenox, "that's all right. A few little bothers, but soon over." He checked them off on his finger. "Item -as your old Swan of Avon, Hester, would say item, a driver." "I was thinking of Kink," said Mrs. Avory; "but there's the garden." "Yes," said Mr. Lenox, "and there's also Kink. Do you think he'd go?"
Janet could hardly believe her ears. "All of us!" she exclaimed. "Yes," said the little servant, "all, please." Janet thought very hard for a moment or two. Who was this Miss Redstone? What would Mrs. Avory do under the same circumstances? she was asking herself. "Which house?" she inquired at last.
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