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She pinned the bright flowers by her very clean collar, and not very clean throat, and permitted us to supply ourselves also from Bridget's basket. A less pleasant sign of summer than the lilac-blossom or Bridget's flower-basket was the heat. It was hot in the dusty, draughty streets of the little town.
But she had only gone a few steps, when out of the gidia scrub, came Oola the half-caste, her comely face bruised, her eyes wild with grief and terror, her head tied up in a blood-stained strip torn from Lady Bridget's lacy undergarment, the gaily-flowered kimono hanging in dirty shreds upon her brown bosom. 'White Mary! Lathy-chap! she cried. 'Plenty poor feller Oola. Plenty quick me run.
Some cutting little sarcasms of Molly Gaverick's had likewise annoyed her, and she fretted under the miserable sense of her inadequacy to the demands of a world she despised and yet hankered after. Then Sir Luke had been tiresomely pertinacious over some small dereliction on Bridget's part from the canons of Government House etiquette, which he had requested should not be repeated.
I rushed Billy around to Bridget's sister's and Bridget is just getting over her cold, so she was glad to come back to you. She says she never, never drinks except under her doctor's orders, and she said that if you hadn't been so hasty " Mrs. Fenelby dropped the potato she was slicing. Her pretty mouth hardened. "Kitty!" she exclaimed. "Now I shall never forgive you!
Simpson was doing her best; but she gave an indignant account of Bridget's behaviour, and Cicely at once took a strong line, both as a professional nurse of sorts and as mistress of the flat. Bridget, grimly defensive, was peremptorily put on one side, and Cicely devoted the night she was to have spent in dancing to tending her half-conscious guest.
Actually to see George die and in the state that these doctors described would rack and torture her. She would never be the same again. The first shock was bad enough; this might be far worse. Bridget's selfishness, in truth, counted on the same fact as Farrell's tenderness. 'After all, what people don't see, they can't feel' to quite the same degree.
Preston was obliged to interpose, and to withdraw with Oscar. Mrs. Preston never ascertained the real facts in the case. Candor compels me to say that Bridget's complaints were essentially true. He was not only impudent, and applied offensive names to her, but sometimes he purposely put her to extra labor and trouble by misplacing articles, making dirt about the house, &c.
Hester was thinking too of the nurses, the doctors, the lodgings at Torquay, the motor, the endless flowers and books! all provided, practically, by Farrell, aided and abetted by Bridget's readiness a discreditable readiness, in the eyes of a person of such Spartan standards as Hester Martin to avail herself to any extent of other people's money. The patient was not to blame.
I am afraid I don't take the right way with her, somehow. She is so tiresomely heedless and provoking, and sometimes I really wonder if she has any heart. Mr. Vane looked up in surprise, in which there was a little touch of indignation, at this. Fresh from Bridget's loving hugs and the sight of the tears in her eyes, he could hardly be expected to agree with this opinion of her.
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