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I could afford to smile at this grudging admiration. "My dear girl," I said, "you little know her but how should you? Tell me more. Did you speak to her?" She nodded her head and told her story. "I waited my time. I was washing the canon's linen in the little cloister. That was my job, week in and week out. She came through. She was scolding her old woman.
Two windows gave upon the court and two upon a shaded, paved terrace, from which a broad flight of steps descended to the garden. The domain of the canon's housekeeper was at one end of this terrace, and there old Babette sat in the cool shelling peas, shredding beans, and issuing orders to Margot in the sultry atmosphere of the kitchen stove.
He owns, therefore, what it would be to no purpose to conceal; and his ingenuousness is a salvo 'Why, this, Madam, is no more than Mr. Lovelace himself acknowledges. Well, but what is now to be done? You must make the best of your situation: and as you say, so he has proposed to you of Windsor, and his canon's house.
For a moment he thought of explaining, of going into details as to how he was going to break the last slender tie, of pleading all the extenuating circumstances, of appealing for a chance to prove his reformation; then he glanced at his companion, and knew there was no mercy in his face. "Yes, I still correspond with her," he replied quietly. The Canon's wrath blazed out.
It occurred to him that he had eaten nothing since morning, and as the train cleared the river and raced southward on its long flight, he ordered food. But he scarcely tasted it. No food could appease the hunger of his mind, the starvation of a lifetime, which the canon's message prefigured.
The two servants now withdrew from the canon's presence, taking Humphrey with them, and, calling up Herebald and Bernulf, all four made speed to depart with the impatient serving-man. "If the mist hold, we have them," said the first servant, as he rode beside Humphrey. "And it be heavier now than it was two hours agone." "Ay, if we lose not our way," was the response.
"He seemed to have a special and personal enmity for me. I always felt it, but I couldn't make it out." "He had plenty of reasons for that. But it's funny Welton didn't recognize the whelp." "Mr. Welton never saw him," Bob explained "that is, until Newmark was dead. Then he recognized him instantly. What was it all about?" Orde indicated the bench on the cañon's edge. "Let's sit," said he.
They were pathetic now. That big, hulking Major wasn't happy unless he was writing Jimmy's letters, or cutting up Jimmy's meat for him, or helping him in and out of his clothes. Mrs. Thesiger wasn't happy unless she was doing things for him. And then after they had made a hero of him for six weeks on that Saturday night when we were all together in the Canon's library, Jevons made his confession.
Bank-notes fluttered down and lay about in all directions, relays of sovereigns rolled away like so much dross, bonds and scrip for thousands and tens of thousands clogged the downpouring stream of jewellery and unset gems. A yellow stone the size of a four-pound weight and twice as heavy dropped plump upon the canon's toes and sent him hopping and grimacing to the wall.
It was so now with myself in, regard to Saint Canon's. Horner's engagement, Lady Dasher's contemplated removal, the idea of the curate's incubus all of which would have once filled me with surprise, astonishment, delight I only looked upon with half-amused interest.
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