Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 20, 2025
What for? Why, for saying that babies was nothing but a nuisance, and that my baby was the ugliest and noisiest ever born! 'Did she cry in the night? inquired Jane, with sympathy. 'Of course she did! Hasn't she a right to? 'And then Mr. Byass cut himself with his razor? 'Yes. And he said it was because he was woke so often, and it made him nervous, and his hand shook.
Why, when I met her on Sunday afternoon, she was that patronisin' you'd have thought she'd got a place in Windsor Castle. Would she come an' have a cup of tea? Oh dear, no! Hadn't time! The Princess of Wales, I suppose, was waitin' round the corner! Having so relieved her mind, Mrs. Byass laughed with a genuine gaiety which proved how little malice there was in her satire.
He kissed her cheek, but Jane, sobbing a little, put her pure lips to his. Joseph looked about him for an instant as if he had forgotten something, then departed with what seemed unnecessary haste. Jane and Mrs. Byass had a long talk before dinner-time. Mystery was at an end between them now; they talked much of the past, more of the future. At two o'clock Jane received a visit from Miss Lant.
After making search about Islington one rainy evening, he found himself at the end of Hanover Street, and was drawn to the familiar house; not, however, to visit the Snowdons, but to redeem a promise recently made to Bessie Byass, who declared herself vastly indignant at the neglect with which he treated her. So, instead of going up the steps to the front door, he descended into the area.
Sam, go an' wash, an' we'll have supper. What do you mean by being so late to-night? 'Where's the infant? asked Mr. Byass, thrusting his hands into his waistcoat pockets and peering about the room. 'Bring forth the infant! Let a fond parent look upon his child. 'Go an' wash, or I'll throw something at you. Baby's in bed, and mind, you wake him if you dare!
Life was not altogether easy; regular work was not always to be kept; there was much need of planning and pinching, that her independence might suffer no wound, Bessie Byass was always in arms against that same independent spirit; she scoffed at it, assailed it with treacherous blandishment, made direct attacks upon it. 'I must live in my own way, Mrs. Byass. I don't want to have to leave you.
Finally, assuming the attitude of a juggler, he made an attempt to balance the poker perpendicularly upon his nose, until it fell with a crash, just missing the ornaments on the mantel-piece. All this time Mrs. Byass shrieked with laughter, with difficulty keeping her chair. 'Oh, Sam, she panted forth, her handkerchief at her eyes, 'what a fool you are! Do stop, or you'll kill me!
Byass's address, that he might immediately be communicated with? The information was readily supplied; Mr. Byass was no farther away, at present, than St. Albans. Forth into the street again, and in search of a policeman. 'Will you please to tell me what station I have to go to for St. Albans? Why, Moorgate Street would do; only a few minutes' walk away. On she hastened.
Sidney had another project in his thoughts; pursuing it, he paid a visit the next evening to certain acquaintances of his named Byass, who had a house in Hanover Street, Islington, and let lodgings. Hanover Street lies to the north of City Road; it is a quiet byway, of curving form, and consists of dwellings only.
Just because that that creature Why, I've no patience with you, Jane! As if she durst touch you! Touch you? I'd like to see her indeed. 'It isn't that, Mrs. Byass. I can't take money from father. I haven't felt easy in my mind ever since he told me about it, and now I can't take the money.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking