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They greeted each other cordially and walked on together. Watson also was a member of the minister's flock. Mr. Drew felt suddenly moved to unburden himself. 'That was Costrell's wife, Watson, wasn't it, poor thing? 'Aye, it wor Mrs. Costrell, said Watson, in the tone of concern natural to the respectable husband and father. The minister sighed.
As he watched her cool movements Saunders felt the presence of an enemy worthy of his steel, and his emulation rose. 'I understan, Mrs. Costrell, he said, speaking with great civility, 'as the cupboard where John put his money is a cupboard hon the stairs? Not in hany room, but hon the stairs? Yer'll kindly correck me if I say anythin wrong. Bessie nodded.
She started, changed countenance, and got up to pay at once. "Why, there's another o' them half-crowns o' yourn, Bessie," said a consumptive-looking girl in a bedraggled hat and feathers, as Mrs. Costrell handed her coin to the landlord. "Wheriver do yer get 'em?" "If yer don't ask no questions, I won't tell yer no lies," said Bessie, with quick impudence.
She barely nodded to him, in reply to his greeting. 'May we come in, Mrs. Costrell? Saunders inquired, in his most deliberate voice. 'If yer want to, said Bessie, shortly, taking out a cup and drying it. Saunders drew in the other two and shut the door. 'Sit down, John. Sit down, Mrs. Waller. John did as he was told.
'Wal I niver! said a low, astonished voice at the foot of the stairs. Bessie rose to her feet with a shriek, the heart stopping in her breast. The door below was ajar, and through the opening peered a face the vicious, drunken face of her husband's eldest son, Timothy Costrell.
"Wal, I niver!" said a low, astonished voice at the foot of the stairs. Bessie rose to her feet with a shriek, the heart stopping in her breast. The door below was ajar, and through the opening peered a face the vicious, drunken face of her husband's eldest son, Timothy Costrell.
Ruth Thrale that was her name in full had two sons surviving of her own family, both at sea, and one daughter, Maisie Costrell aforesaid. So she was practically now without incumbrances, and terribly wanting some to kiss, had hit upon the expedient of taking charge of invalid children and fostering them up to kissing-point.
"I'm only the better by a bare word or so, so far, from speech o' the Gra-anny with her yoong la-adyship o' the Towers, but now, on the roo-ad. The Gra-anny she was main silent, coom'n' along." "There's nowt to wonder at in that, Master Costrell. For there's th' stary, as I tell it ye.
But his misery only seemed to goad Bessie to fresh fury. She turned upon him, arms akimbo. 'Oh! an of course it must be me as robs yer! It couldn't be nobody else, could it? There isn't tramps an thieves, an rogues 'undreds of 'em going about o' nights? Nary one, I believe yer! There isn't another thief in Clinton Magna, nobbut Bessie Costrell, is ther?
I don't know nothin about his money, an I'll not have yer insultin me in my own place! Get out o' my kitchen, if yo please! Saunders buttoned his coat. 'Sartinly, Mrs. Costrell, sartinly, he said, with emphasis. 'Come along, John. Yer must get Watson and put it in 'is hands. 'Ee's the law is Watson. Maybe, as Mrs. Costrell ull listen to 'im. Mary Anne ran to Bessie in despair.
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