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Rolfe this; and then for the first time let out that his wife's not writing to him at the asylum had surprised and alarmed him; he was on thorns. Mr. Boddington returned in the middle of the night, and at breakfast time Sir Charles had a note to say Lady Bassett was at 119 Gloucester Place, Portman Square.
Berdot describes a case in which the tongue was deficient, without apparent disturbance of any of the functions. Riolan mentions speech after loss of the tongue from small-pox. Boddington gives an account of Margaret Cutting, who spoke readily and intelligibly, although she had lost her tongue. Saulquin has an observation of a girl without a tongue who spoke, sang, and swallowed normally.
"They've got their young soldier home to Elmfield," said Miss Barry. "I s'pect they're dreadful sot up about it." "They don't want that," said Mrs. Boddington. "The Knowltons always did carry their heads pretty well up, in the best o' times; and now Evan's got home, I s'pose there'll be no holding 'em in. There ain't, I guess, by the looks."
Diana was silent now, but Mrs. Boddington took it up. "Do you mean to say, Mis' Flandin, you approve of quarrels between man and wife? and quarrels in high places, too?" "High places!" echoed Mrs. Flandin. "When it says that a minister is to be the servant of all!" "And ain't he?" said Mrs. Carpenter.
Nick Boddington at rare intervals looked in. Joe Bartlett once or twice came with a message from his mother; once Diana had gone down to see her. Even Mr. Masters made his appearance at the little brown farm-house less frequently than might have been supposed; for, in truth, Mrs.
A woman had come to say that he was wanted that moment for a lady of title in Gloucester Place, hard by. "I will come," said he, with admirably affected indifference; and, as soon as the woman was out of sight, husband and wife embraced each other. "Pray God it may all go well, for your sake and hers, poor lady." Mr. Boddington hurried to the number in Gloucester Place.
"Then it is not your duty to be here," said her sister Euphemia, somewhat distinctly. But Mrs. Flandin was bound to "free her mind" of what was upon it. "I should think the Squire'd want Evan to hum," she went on. "It would be very nice if Evan could be in two places at once," Mrs. Reverdy owned conciliatingly. "Where is Captain Knowlton now?" asked Mrs. Boddington.
"Wall," said he, "I should say it was best to do with that kind of article what you would do with the steam from your tea kettle; let it go. 'Tain't no use to try to utilize everything, Mis' Boddington." "Evan Knowlton acts as if he thought differently." "Looks is enough, with some folks," said the farmer; "and she's a pretty enough creatur', take the outside of her.
Starling might smile grimly to herself as she saw her crab-apples and jellies disappear, and the piles of biscuits go down and get heaped up again by Diana's care. Nobody was at leisure enough to mark her. "Eat when you can, Mr. Masters," said Mrs. Boddington; "you won't get hot biscuits anywhere in Pleasant Valley but here." "Why not?" said Mr. Masters. "It ain't the fashion that's all."
"O, we're both at home here I was so little when we came; but mother's father lived where Nick Boddington does, and owned all this valley I don't mean Pleasant Valley, but all this hollow; a good large farm it was; and when he died he left mother a nice piece of it, with this old house." "Mr. Boddington, is he then a relation of yours?"
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