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The pair then bent over the table from opposite sides, their elbows on the edge, their hands supporting their heads, their foreheads nearly touching, and their eyes upon the hair. 'He ha' been mad a'ter my lady Cytherea, said Mrs. Crickett, 'and 'tis my very belief the hair is 'No 'tidn'. Hers idn' so dark as that, said Elizabeth.
'I wonder you could stand third in that list, Clerk Crickett, said Mr. Springrove. 'Well, 't has been a power o' marvel to myself oftentimes. Yes, matrimony do begin wi' "Dearly beloved," and ends wi' "Amazement," as the prayer-book says. But what could I do, naibour Springrove? 'Twas ordained to be. Well do I call to mind what your poor lady said to me when I had just married. "Ah, Mr.
'And now so's, remarked the fifth ringer, as pertaining to the last allusion, 'we'll finish this drop o' metheglin and cider, and every man home along straight as a line. 'Wi' all my heart, Clerk Crickett replied. 'And the Lord send if I ha'n't done my duty by Master Teddy Springrove that I have so. 'And the rest o' us, they said, as the cup was handed round.
I am going to send straight as a line into the breakfast-room, and say 'tis a closer.... Hullo here's Clerk Crickett and John Day a-comen! Now just look at 'em and picture a wedden if you can. All eyes were turned to the window, from which the clerk and gardener were seen crossing the court, bowed and stooping like Bel and Nebo.
Ah, I shall never forget once when I went by Farmer Bollens's garden years ago now years, when he was taking up ashleaf taties. A merry feller I was at that time, a very merry feller for 'twas before I took holy orders, and it didn't prick my conscience as 'twould now. "Farmer," says I, "little taties seem to turn out small this year, don't em?" "O no, Crickett," says he, "some be fair-sized."
Every morning, therefore, Mrs. Crickett, immediately she had lighted the fire in her own cottage, and prepared the breakfast for herself and husband, paced her way to the Old House to do the same for Mr. Manston.
Crickett, not expecting that anybody would arrive till the time of the later train, had set the place in order, laid the supper-table, and then locked the door, to go into the village and converse with her friends. 'Is there an inn in the village? said Mrs.
'No more, sir. Mrs. Crickett, temporary servant to Mr. Manston, said that in accordance with Mr. Manston's orders, everything had been made comfortable in the house for Mrs. Manston's expected return on Monday night. Mr. Manston told her that himself and Mrs. Manston would be home late, not till between eleven and twelve o'clock, and that supper was to be ready. Not expecting Mrs.
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