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Updated: June 22, 2025
What about buying Speccot Farm, Mr. Crewys? It's been our Naboth's vineyard for many a day; but we haggled over the price, and couldn't make up our minds to give what the farmer wants. He'll have to sell in the end, you know; but I suppose he could hold out a few years longer if we don't give way." "He's been to me already," said John.
"Nonsense, canon, nonsense," said Dr. Blundell, laying a friendly hand on his shoulder. "No man in your profession, or in mine, ought to be able to say that. Pull yourself together, hope for the best, and play your part." John Crewys looked round the hall at Barracombe House with curious, interested eyes.
But she is ate up with pride, poor thing, because Sarah gets noticed by Lady Tintern's friends, who would naturally wish to gratify her by flattering her niece." "I am afraid the girl is setting her cap at Peter," said Miss Crewys; "but I took care to let her mother know, casually, what our family would think of such a marriage for him."
"My father left all that sort of thing in his hands, I understand, and he knew what he was doing. I say, where's that great vase of wax flowers that used to stand on the centre table under a glass shade?" "Darling," said Lady Mary, "it jarred so with the whole scheme of decoration." "I am taking care of that in my room, Peter," said Miss Crewys.
"I am sure it is very generous of you to suggest the Dower House, dear Mary," said Miss Crewys, softening, "since our poor brother, in his unaccountable will, left it entirely to you, and made no mention of his elder sisters; though we do not complain." "It is in accordance with custom that the widow should have the Dower House.
John Crewys began to feel a little sorry for Lady Mary. As the sisters appeared inclined to devote themselves to their clerical visitor rather exclusively, he drew near the recess to which Dr. Blundell had retired, and joined him in the oriel window. "Have you never been here before?" asked the doctor, rather abruptly. "Never," said John Crewys, smiling.
"Is it possible?" "Why, he's grown into a man," said Miss Crewys, showing symptoms of an inclination to become hysterical. Peter was aghast at the commotion, and came hurriedly forward to soothe his agitated relatives. "Is this your boasted self-command, Georgina?" said Lady Belstone, weeping. "We cannot always be consistent, Isabella. It was the unexpected joy," sobbed Miss Crewys.
Miss Crewys had never succumbed to the temptations of worldly vanity. She scrupulously parted her scanty grey locks above her polished forehead, and cared not how wide the parting grew. If she wore a velvet bow upon her scalp, it was, as she truly said, for decency, and not for ornament; and further, she allowed her wholesome, ruddy cheeks to fall in, as her ever-lengthening teeth fell out.
"I am bound to say that Miss Crewys looks exactly the same as when I first knew her." "Of course, a spinster escapes the wear and tear of matrimony," said Miss Crewys, glaring at her widowed relative. "H'm, h'm!" said Dr. Blundell. "By-the-by, have you inspected the old picture gallery, Mr. Crewys?" "Not yet," said John. Lady Belstone shot a glance of speechless indignation at her sister.
"It hasn't stood so very long," said Lady Mary, looking appealingly at Sir Timothy; "and you know Ash is always cross if we order fresh tea." "Excuse me, my love," said Miss Crewys. "I am the last to wish to trouble poor Ash unnecessarily, but the tea waited for ten minutes before you came down." "My dear Mary," said Sir Timothy, "will you never learn to be punctual? No; I will take it as it is.
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