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I used to tell him he was wastin' his money, but he would do it. Same way with the chickens." "Then you sold the milk, I suppose?" "Yes, ma'am, and we didn't get no more for it from the creamery than the farmers who had just the ornery cows." "Well, I've got an idea already. I'm going back to Cranford as soon as we've had dinner to see if it will work out. I suppose that's your son?"
"Is it the head of the plot who is addressing me?" inquired the duchess, icily. "No doubt my nephew has already told you " The Prince stopped her. "The Viscount Cranford answers to me," he said, briefly. The duchess paled as she looked at him. "Not that, Fritz!" she cried. "Not that!" "Too late, madame," he said. "My honour demands it."
You see, when people do nice things, it's just taken as a matter of course, because that's what they ought to do. And when they do something wicked, it gets everyone excited and makes a lot of talk. That's the reason for that." "Still, this work that the men from Cranford are going to do for the Pratts is interesting, Bessie.
And also wonderful to see how the great Cranford panic, which had been occasioned by his first coming in his Turkish dress, melted away into thin air on his second coming pale and feeble, and with his heavy, filmy eyes, that only brightened a very little when they fell upon the countenance of his faithful wife, or their pale and sorrowful little girl. Somehow we all forgot to be afraid.
Hang it! I didn't make half so much noise as the wind. He's thinking of that poor lad and of nothing else." It was so all through the night, the doctor hardly noticing the refreshments brought in by the white-faced steward, who tried to get up a conversation, but with very little success. "Terrible storm, sir." "Yes," said the doctor. "Bad for poor young Mr Cranford, aren't it, sir?" "Very bad."
"She'll be very welcome, any time," said Eleanor with a smile. "There's nothing secret about the Camp Fire meetings," she went on. "They're not a bit like high school and private school fraternities or sororities whichever you call them." "Why, look where we are!" said Marcia suddenly. "We'll be at the dock pretty soon." "Why, so we will!" Eleanor said. "That's Cranford, sure enough, girls!
Miss Jenkyns had so long taken the lead in Cranford that now she was gone, they hardly knew how to give a party. The Honourable Mrs Jamieson, to whom Miss Jenkyns herself had always yielded the post of honour, was fat and inert, and very much at the mercy of her old servants. If they chose that she should give a party, they reminded her of the necessity for so doing: if not, she let it alone.
THOMAS GATAKER, Mr. CALIBUTE DOWNING, Dr. THOMAS TEMPLE, Mr. JOSEPH CARYL, Mr. EDMUND CALAMY, Mr. CHARLES HEKLE, Mr. OBADIAH SEDGWICK, Mr. CARTER of Yorkshire, Mr. JOHN DOWNHAM, Mr. JAMES CRANFORD, Mr. BACHELER, and Mr. JOHN ELLLS, junior. The effects of this new Ordinance of Parliament were immediately visible. Samuel Bourne was Master, and Mr. Samuel Man and Mr.
"Yes, that's it!" he nodded. "Nell is waiting for us our apartment is just up the stair. You'd better go tell her the story, young man! Knock at the door, make her admit you, make her listen! Oh, a lover should know how yes, I see you do! And God bless you!" he added, as Cranford wrung his hand, flung open the door, and disappeared along the hall.
She could hardly drink for looking at him, and as for eating, that was out of the question. "I suppose hot climates age people very quickly," said she, almost to herself. "When you left Cranford you had not a grey hair in your head." "But how many years ago is that?" said Mr Peter, smiling. "Ah, true! yes, I suppose you and I are getting old. But still I did not think we were so very old!
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