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The servant knew no more what he had bought than the master; but a man looking over Churton's collection of curiosities Churton was an Assistant Commissioner by the way saw and held his tongue. He was an Englishman; but knew how to believe. Which shows that he was different from most Englishmen.
Churton entered the room, and her husband encountering her quick displeased look instantly dropped the girl's hand. "My dear," he said, addressing his wife, "I have just been pointing out the view from the windows to Miss Affleck, and telling her what charming walks there are in the neighbourhood.
A fortnight after the receipt of Miss Starbrow's letter, one afternoon the girls came in from their walk, and Constance, seeing her mother at work in the dining-room, remained standing at the door until Fan went upstairs. Then she went inside and sat down near her mother. Mrs. Churton glanced at her with a swift startled glance, then bent her eyes on her work again.
For the essay on the Italian Renaissance on the Elizabethan Stage, I have had recourse, chiefly, to the fifteenth century chronicles in the "Archivio Storico Italiano," and to Dyce's Webster, Hartley Coleridge's Massinger and Ford, Churton Collins' Cyril Tourneur, and J.O. Halliwell's Marston.
After bidding them good-night, she left the room. "Wise girl strong-minded girl, knows her own mind," muttered Mr. Churton, shaking his head, conscious, poor man, that he had anything but a strong mind, and that he didn't know it. His wife darted an angry look at him, but said nothing. "My dear," he resumed. "On second thoughts I must ask to be excused.
Fan knew very well that she might not accept this offer; she knew that the Churtons were poor and burdened with debt; and that even if it had not been so, after taking up an independent position in opposition to Mrs. Churton, she had no right to remain a day beyond the time for which payment had been made. All this in a faltering way she tried to explain to her kind friend, and Mrs.
Churton was experienced in talk of this kind, and once fairly started she could run on indefinitely, like a horse cantering or a lark singing, with no perceptible effort and without fatigue. "I think, ma'am, you could not have put it plainer," said the carpenter, who had sat through it all, with eyes cast down, in an attitude of respectful attention.
It will be for me to instruct you in religion." Fan glanced at her with a somewhat startled expression in her eyes. "Do you not think you would like me to teach you?" asked Mrs. Churton, noticing the look. She answered that she would like it; then remembering certain words of Mary's, added a little doubtfully, "Mrs.
This I have been urged to do in some way or other by several, e.g. E. Churton, confidence having been terribly shaken by Golightly's wild sayings, and by the version put upon my own visits to ye convents. This I could do by implication without any formal profession.
He had failed in his object, and now he was angry because he could not separate Fan from her, and, unjust and even cruel in his anger, he turned on the unhappy mother. To his words Mrs. Churton could only reply, "What can I do what can I do?"
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