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Is there anything between you and Simon Crowl?" Her confusion was painful, and for a moment she could not speak, but stood trembling before him. In his passion, he seized her roughly by the arm and said, hoarsely, "In a word, yes or no?" His manner offended her proud spirit, and she looked him angrily in the face and said, haughtily; "Yes." He recoiled from her as if he had been stung.
It might have gratified his vanity had he known it. But to-night he was yet unattended, so no one noted that he went to 46 Glover Street, after the early Crowl supper. He could not help going. He wanted to get another sovereign. He also itched to taunt Grodman. Not succeeding in the former object, he felt the road open for the second.
I lay for a while awake; for a' things was new to me; and I think the tea was in my nerves, too, for I wasn't used to it, except now and then on a holiday, or the like. And I heard Mrs. Wyvern talkin', and I listened with my hand to my ear; but I could not hear Mrs. Crowl, and I don't think she said a word. "There was great care took of her.
Few things in life would grieve me more deeply than to hear that a child, a dear little child the Beautiful in a nutshell had suffered hunger. You wrong me." His voice was tremulous with the sense of injury. Tears stood in his eyes. "Wrong you? I've no wish to wrong you," said Mrs. Crowl. "I should like to hang you." "Don't talk of such ugly things," said Denzil, touching his throat nervously.
Allen's room and said: "Mother, I will never marry Simon Crowl." Her mother began to cry, and say piteously: "Then we shall all be turned into the street." "What the future will be I can't tell," said Edith, gently but firmly. "I will work for you, I will beg for you, I will starve with you, but I will never marry Simon Crowl, nor any other man that I do not love."
"I am so glad you saw that he got away safely," said Crowl, "I wasn't quite sure he would." "Yes; but I wish some cowardly fool hadn't turned off the gas. I like men to see that they are beaten." "But it seemed easier," faltered Crowl. "Easier!" echoed Denzil, taking a deep draught of bitter. "Really, Peter, I'm sorry to find you always will take such low views. It may be easier, but it's shabby.
The lodgers to whom Crowl had made allusion under the designation of 'the Kenwigses, were the wife and olive branches of one Mr Kenwigs, a turner in ivory, who was looked upon as a person of some consideration on the premises, inasmuch as he occupied the whole of the first floor, comprising a suite of two rooms.
'To the Kenwigses? asked Crowl. Newman nodded assent. 'Think of that now! said Crowl. 'If I didn't thinking that you were certain not to go, because you said you wouldn't tell Kenwigs I couldn't come, and make up my mind to spend the evening with you! 'I was obliged to go, said Newman. 'They would have me.
She's down to stop her sister, who's just run away with one of those city scamps that was up here awhile ago. I saw her join him and take his arm on the boat, but wasn't sure who she was then." "Might know you was around, Tom Crowl," said Mrs. Groody. "There's never nothing wrong going on but you see it. You are worse than any old woman for gossip.
It was not often that Crowl could count on such an audience. "And you still call Nature Beautiful?" he said to Denzil, pointing to the ragged sky and the dripping eaves. "Ugly old scare-crow!" "Ugly she seems to-day," admitted Denzil. "But what is Ugliness but a higher form of Beauty? You have to look deeper into it to see it; such vision is the priceless gift of the few.
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