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Then there's Eleanor Faversham but if I begin to draw up a programme I shall lose that spontaneity of effort which, I take it, is one of the chief charms of dealing unto oneself a happy lot and portion. No; my soul abhors tabulation. It would make even six months' life as jocular as Bradshaw's Railway Guide or the dietary of a prison.
Bradshaw's, "George is the only relation I've got. Him and me are quite alone, and I can tell you I was glad to find him." Mrs. Bradshaw sighed. "It's a pity you are so far apart," she said. "It's not for long," said Mr. Kemp. "I'm just going back for about a year to wind up things out there, and then I'm coming back to leave my old bones over here.
At length, the King ceasing to interrupt, Bradshaw's words took continuous form for a minute or two in that kind of address which a Judge makes to a capital criminal before passing sentence. "Make an O yes," he said in conclusion to the officers, "and command silence while the Sentence is read."
Miss Bradshaw hung about the babe and Ruth, and begged to be allowed to carry the child home, but Ruth pressed him to her, as if there was no safe harbour for him but in his mother's breast. Mr Benson saw her feeling, and caught Miss Bradshaw's look of disappointment. "Come home with us," said he, "and stay to tea. You have never drank tea with us since you went to school."
But Murray Bradshaw's plain dress and carpet-bag were more than made up for by the air and tone which imply the habit of being attended to. The clerk saw that in a glance, and, as he looked at the name and address in the book, spoke sharply in the explosive dialect of his tribe, "Jun! ta'tha'genlm'n'scarpetbag'n'showhimupt'thirtyone!"
It was nothing like this; it was something indescribable a quiet being at ease, and expecting every one else to be so an attention to women, which was so habitual as to be unconsciously exercised to those subordinate persons in Mr Bradshaw's family a happy choice of simple and expressive words, some of which it must be confessed were slang, but fashionable slang, and that makes all the difference a measured, graceful way of utterance, with a style of pronunciation quite different to that of Eccleston.
But Murray Bradshaw's plain dress and carpet-bag were more than made up for by the air and tone which imply the habit of being attended to. The clerk saw that in a glance, and, as he looked at the name and address in the book, spoke sharply in the explosive dialect of his tribe, "Jun! ta'tha'genlm'n'scarpetbag'n'showhimupt'thirtyone!"
His eyes sought those of Mr Bradshaw with a wild look of agony, as if to find comfort for that great loss in human sympathy; and at the first word the first touch of Mr Bradshaw's hand on his shoulder he burst out afresh. "Come, come! my boy! Mr Francis, I will see you about this to-morrow I will call at your house. Let me take you home, my poor fellow. Come, my lad, come!"
He paused for the ready acquiescence he expected. But Ruth did not quite comprehend what was required of her, and disliked the glimpse she had gained of the task very much. "I hardly understand, sir. You are displeased with Miss Bradshaw's manners to Mr Farquhar." "But I have never had the opportunity of noticing them. Whenever I have seen her, she has been most gentle and affectionate."
"Well, neighbour," said Wilson, "all that may be very true, but what I want to know now is about Esther when did you last hear of her?" But on Wednesday night comes Mrs. Bradshaw's son with Esther's box, and presently Mrs. Bradshaw not to hurry herself about the big box, but bring it when she had time.
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