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When she looked round again, he was gone. Their ways had parted. An hour later, Bel Bree turned the key outside her door, and with a little leather bag in her hand, saying not a word to any one, went down into the street. Across the Common, and over the great hill, she walked straight to Greenley Street, and to Miss Desire. Desire Ledwith had a great many secrets to keep.
Bel Bree had not been brought up in a New England farm-house, and seen her capable stepmother "whew round," to be hard put to it, now, over half a dozen cups and tumblers more or less. "We must go," said Elise Mokey. "I've got the buttons to sew on to those last night-gowns of Miss Ledwith's. I want to carry them back to-morrow." "You're lucky to sew for her," said Bel.
Bree ever looked after anything: nothing ever got ahead of her; she "whewed round;" when she was "whewing," she neither wanted Bel to hinder nor help; the child was left to herself; to her idleness and her dreams; then she neglected something that she might and ought to have done, and then there was reproach, and hard speech; partly deserved, but running over into that wherein she should not have been blamed, the precinct of her step-mother's own busy and self-arrogated functions.
But I say there's no danger of too many trying it yet awhile; and by the time they do, maybe we'll have changed things a little for them. I'm willing to be the thin edge of the wedge," said Bel Bree. "Right things have the power. God sees to that," said Desire. "The right cannot stop working. The life is in it." "The thing I think of," said Elise Mokey, decidedly, "is suller kitchens.
"I shall have to give it up," she whispered emphatically into Bel Bree's ear. "It's no use your asking me to go to Chapel any more. I ain't sanctified a grain. I did begin to think there was a kind of work of grace begun in me, but I can't stand Miss Proddle! What are people made to strike ten for, always, when it's eleven?" "I think we are all striking twelve" said Bel Bree.
"They contain nothing save some puling sentimentality about lasses with lint-white locks, or some absurd laudations of the Barley Bree." "Hear till him, hear till him!" said the doctor, reddening with impatience. "Show me anything," said Maurice, "like the 'Cruiskeen Lawn' or the 'Jug of Punch; but who can blame them, after all?
So soon as he was strong again, accompanied by Martin, he travelled into Leyden, which now it was safe enough for him to visit, since the Spaniards were driven from the town. How his young heart swelled as, still limping a little and somewhat pale from recent illness, he approached the well-known house in the Bree Straat, the home that sheltered his mother and his love.
But the extraordinary circumstance is, that of the offspring produced at one and the same birth, such as, like the mother, were entirely white, were, like her, invariably deaf; while those that had the least speck of colour on their fur, as invariably possessed the usual faculty of hearing " W. T. Bree, Allersley Rectory, near Coventry. Ultramarine.
Women who had received, perhaps, their last wages for the winter on Saturday night, sat in their rooms and wondered what would be on Monday. Aunt Blin was excited; strong with excitement. She went down-stairs to see Miss Smalley, who was too tired to sit up. Out of the fire, Bel Bree and Paulina Smalley had each brought something that remained by them secretly all this day.
She will have claw-meat; it is claw-meat with her, sure enough; and if anybody else gets it first, or the dish goes round the other way and is all picked over, she looks! Why, she looks as if she desired the prayers of the congregation, and nobody would pray!" "What are you two laughing at?" broke in Kate Sencerbox, leaning over from her table beyond. "Bel Bree, where are your crimps?"
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