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They clung together at least on the common ground of unpreparedness, and Maisie watched without relief the havoc of wonder in Mrs. Wix. It had reduced her to perfect impotence, and, but that gloom was black upon her, she sat as if fascinated by Mrs. Beale's high style.
'That will do, said the children's mother. 'I am not pleased with you, Martha, but you have spoken the truth, and that counts for something. When Martha had gone, the children clung round their mother. 'Oh, mummy darling, cried Anthea, 'it isn't Beale's fault, it isn't really! He's a great dear; he is, truly and honourably, and as honest as the day.
Attached to the bottom of the account, which was for £3 10s., was a little slip calling attention to the fact that "this account had probably been overlooked." Beale's finger traced the item for which the bill was rendered, and McNorton uttered an exclamation of surprise.
Beale's voice saying, "Rouse up, nipper, there's sossingers for breakfast." "NO," said Mr. Beale, "we ain't a-goin' to crack no more cribs. It's low that's what it is. I quite grant you it's low. So I s'pose we'll 'ave to take the road again." Dickie and he were sitting in the sunshine on a sloping field. They had been sitting there all the morning, and Dickie had told Mr.
Wix's; and moreover she would rather be in her own shoes than in her friend's creaking new ones in the event of an encounter with Mrs. Beale. Maisie was too lost in the idea of Mrs. Beale's judgement of so much newness to pass any judgement herself.
I wonder which of us will be the most successful." Meanwhile, not to spoil Beale's efforts by allowing him too little scope for experiment, I refrained from making my presence known, and continued to stand by the gate, an interested spectator. Things were evidently moving now. The young man's gestures became more vigorous. The dogged look on Beale's face deepened.
"I wonder what he'd have done if the room had had a large pattern of brown roses on it, like Mrs. Beale's," said Noël. "I say, look at that angel! Isn't it poetical? It makes me feel I must write something about it." It was a good angel all drawn in grey, that was with very wide wings going right across the room, and a whole bundle of lilies in his arms.
Oh no, she wanted to go nowhere with HER, for her presence had already, in a few seconds, dissipated the happy impression of the room and put an end to the pleasure briefly taken in Beale's command of such elegance.
Then, of course, followed a last good-night on the balcony, while the two young men mounted their horses and Frank Enders vowed to slip off every time he had a chance and come out to see us. Then there was a grand proposition for a ride to Port Hudson on horseback, and in order to secure a pledge that we would pass by General Beale's headquarters, Mr.
"Ain't 'urt yerself, 'ave yer?" he said for in all their wanderings these were the first tears Dickie had shed. "No," said Dickie, and hid his face against Beale's coat sleeve. "It's only " "What is it, then?" said Beale, in the accents of long-disused tenderness; "tell your old farver, then " "It's silly," sobbed Dickie. "Never you mind whether it's silly or not," said Beale. "You out with it."
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