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She just lies there with her poor leg in the splints; there's the four-pound weight from the kitchen scales tied on to keep it on the stretch. If you could see her eyes turning to me when I come.... "One thing Mrs. Belk's afraid for her life of me. That's why she's trying to poison Aunt's mind." When they saw Mrs. Belk hurrying across the Green to Mrs.
Belk would hurry along, waddling and shaking, to leave the paper with her aunt, old Mrs. Heron, in the dark cottage that crouched at the top of the Green. Every afternoon at three Dorsy would bring it back again. When Mary came in from the village Mamma would look up and say "Well?" as if she expected her to have something interesting to tell.
The Mecklenburg Declaration of Independence A brief account of the Mecklenburg Centennial The Grand Procession Exercises at the Fair Grounds James Belk, A Veteran Invited Guest Signers of the Mecklenburg Declaration of Independence Origin of the Alexander Families of Mecklenburg county Jack Family Captain Charles Polk's "Muster Roll," President James K. Polk General William Davidson, General George Graham William Richardson Davie Battle of the Hanging Rock General Michael McLeary Major Thomas Alexander Captain William Alexander Elijah Alexander Captain Charles Alexander Joseph Kerr, "The Cripple Spy" Robert Kerr Henry Hunter James Orr Skirmish at Charlotte; or, First attack of the "Hornets" Surprise at McIntire's, or, the "Hornets" at work Judge Samuel Lowrie The Ladies of the Revolutionary Period Mrs.
She could see them sitting round the dining-room: Mrs. Waugh and Miss Frewin, Mrs. Belk with her busy eyes, and Miss Kendal and Miss Louisa, Mrs. Oldshaw and Dorsy; and Mrs. Horn, the grocer's wife, very stiff in a corner by herself, sewing unbleached calico and hot red flannel, hot sunlight soaking into them. The library was dim, and leathery and tobaccoey and cool.
Heron had died of a stroke in the first week of January. She had left Dorsy her house and furniture and seventy pounds a year. Mrs. Belk got the rest. The middle-aged people were growing old. Louisa Wright's hair hung in a limp white fold over each ear, her face had tight lines in it that pulled it into grimaces, her eyes had milky white rings like speedwell when it begins to fade.
Every morning at ten o'clock its little door would open and Mr. Belk would come out and watch for his London paper. Every evening at ten minutes past ten the shadow of Mr. Belk would move across the yellow blind of the drawing-room window on the right; the light would go out, and presently a blond blur would appear behind the blind of the bedroom window on the left. Every morning at twelve Mrs.
Her mother was pleased. She was always pleased when she scored a point against philosophy. Mr. and Mrs. Belk were coming along High Row. She avoided them by turning down the narrow passage into Mr. Horn's yard and the Back Lane. From the Back Lane you could get up through the fields to the school-house lane without seeing people. She hated seeing them.
"The Oliviers are going." One day Mrs. Belk came towards her, busily, across the Green. She stopped to speak, while her little iron-grey eyes glanced off sideways, as if they saw something important to be done. The Sutcliffes were not going, after all.
Belk, the Justice of the Peace little pink and flaxen gentleman, carrying himself with an air of pompous levity eyes slewing round as you passed; and Mrs. Belk hard, tight rotundity, little iron-grey eyes twinkling busily in a snub face, putty-skinned with a bilious gleam; curious eyes, busy eyes saying, "I'd like to know what she did to be jilted."
One day Catty came bustling in with the tea-things, looking important. She had brought news from the village. Mrs. Heron had broken her thigh. She had slipped on the landing. Mrs. Belk was with her and wouldn't go away. Catty tried to look sorry, but you could see she was pleased because she had something to tell you. They talked about it all through tea-time. They were sorry for Mrs. Heron.
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