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Bowater; "they are sulking already, because they say the ladies have been stirring him up to put them to expense about the drains." "Wil'sbro' isn't sweet," said Herbert. "There's been nothing amiss in my time," returned his father. "Perfectly healthy in all reason! Ay! you may laugh, young folks, but I never heard of any receipt to hinder people from dying; and let well alone is a safe maxim."
She was indeed altered, pale, with cheek-bones showing, and all the lustre and sparkle gone out of her, while her hat was as rigidly dowdy as Miss Slater's. She roused herself to ask feebly after the remaining patients. "Cecil is really getting better at last," he said. "Her father wants to take her to Portishead next week." "And young Bowater?" "No change. His strength seems to be going."
Bowater, coming up with his son Herbert to see his old friend, said, "What grand doings are you having here? What is Raymond's wife up to? Ladies' conversazione that's a new thing in these parts!" "I gave such matters up to her," said Mrs. Poynsett. "Young people like a little freedom of action; and there are changes in the neighbourhood since I was laid up."
Bowater never even asked where his son was, probably taking it for granted that he was gone back to Compton; nor did Julius see Jenny again, as she was trying to comfort her mother under the dreadful certainty that poor dear Herbert was most cruelly treated, and that the examining chaplain came of a bad stock, and always had had a dislike to the family. It was to be hoped that Mr.
It was like having the red cross on the door. Cold, cold with death, came up the tide In no manner of haste, Up to her knees, and up to her side, And up to her wicked waist; For the hand of the dead, and the heart of the dead, Are strong hasps they to hold. "Rector," said Herbert Bowater, "are you specially at home?" "Why?" asked Julius, pausing. "There's that man Gadley." "Gadley! Is he down?"
There's no one in the house to make a friend of Rosamond, a mere garrison belle; and Anne, bornee and half a dissenter; and as soon as I try to make a friend, I am tyrannized over, and this Miss Bowater thrust on me." She was pounding these sentiments into a sonata with great energy, when her door re-opened, and Raymond again appeared. "I am looking for two books of Mudie's.
She had done no end of good with clubs and mothers' meetings at her married home; and it was no end of a pity she was not in Compton parish, instead of under poor wretched old Fuller, whom you could not stir no, not if you tied a firebrand to his tail. Lady Rosamond and Joanna Bowater could not fail to be good friends; Herbert was a great bond of union, and so was Mrs. Poynsett.
"We never thought it expedient to have intimacies in the neighbourhood," said Cecil. "Well, we shall have Jenny Bowater here in a week or two." "I thought she was your mother's friend." "So she is. She is quite young enough to be yours." "I do not see anything remarkable about her." "No, I suppose there is not; but she is a very sensible superior person." "Indeed! In that commonplace family."
He came in with elaborate caution in his great muddy boots, and looked at Herbert like a sort of natural curiosity, exclaiming that he only wanted a black cap and a pair of bands to be exactly like Bishop Bowater, a Caroline divine, with a meek, oval, spiritual face, and a great display of delicate attenuated fingers, the length of which had always been a doubt and marvel to his sturdy descendants.
"I wish it would make haste then. I don't like the look of things." "I can hardly disbelieve in the dear girl herself; yet I do feel as if it were against nature for it to succeed. Did you hear anything of Mrs. Bowater to-day?" "Yes, she is much better, and Edith is coming to go into the gallery with me on Tuesday when they inaugurate the Rat-house. Oh! did you hear of the debate about it?
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