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"One thing at least I have learned, Mr. Polwarth and that is, not to answer any question of yours in a hurry," said Wingfold. "I will, if you please, take this one home with me, and hold the light to it." "Do," said Polwarth, "and you will find it return you the light threefold. One word more, ere Mr. Drew comes: do you still think of giving up your curacy?"
Paul's and getting fifty pounds a year, and Henry'll have a curacy next month at Bermondsey it's been promised, and all thanks to Johnnie!" She wept. Johnnie, in the corner, who had so far done nought but knock at the door, maintained stiffly his policy of non-interference. Priam Farll, angry, resentful, and quite untouched by the recital, shrugged his shoulders.
To be sure, his accent was rough and homely, but the thoughts to which he gave utterance were deep and pure. Soon Garret found himself sitting over the turf fire, sipping gratefully at the warm milk, in which his bread lay soaked, and telling the old man the whole history of his wanderings, his peril, and his doubts about the plan laid down for him with regard to the curacy he had been offered.
He went on with sudden boldness and a new note of strength in his voice. "Think of that! You would have been mine to protect and work for. We should have gone together to England where I could easily have got a curacy easily." Hilda looked-up. "Would you like to marry me now?" she asked eagerly, but he shook his head. "You don't understand," he said.
'Will you allow me to take wine with you and wish you success, sir? said Mr Gwynne. 'Who knows but we may see you Bishop of London some day? Miss Hall, Freda, will you join us? Mr Gwynne became quite animated. He felt proud that the son of his most respectable tenant should be going to take a London curacy. Freda bent rather less stiffly than usual to Mr Rowland Prothero.
Give me your blessing and a hundred pounds, and I'll go up to London and get a living instead of a curacy. My father stormed; but I got the better at last. I talked of becoming a private tutor; swore I had heard nothing was so easy, the only things wanted were pupils; and the only way to get them was to go to London and let my learning be known.
The boy was delicate and of a strumous habit. This fact, combined with his parents' ingrained conviction that a public school is synonymous, morally speaking, with a common sewer, caused his education to be conducted at home by a series of tutors as undistinguished by birth as by scholarship tentative apologetic young men, the goal of whose ambitions was a wife and a curacy, failing which they resigned themselves to the post of usher in some ultra- Protestant school.
Give me your blessing and a hundred pounds, and I'll go up to London and get a living instead of a curacy. My father stormed; but I got the better at last. I talked of becoming a private tutor; swore I had heard nothing was so easy, the only things wanted were pupils; and the only way to get them was to go to London and let my learning be known.
They were bitterly present to my mind when I resigned my curacy, and they strongly influence me now. "I am weary of my cheaply won success in the pulpit. I am weary of society as I find it in my time. I felt some respect for myself, and some heart and hope in my works among the miserable wretches in Green Anchor Fields.
And in the mean time you should live here, if your curacy was any way near." "I dare say! Catch me burying myself here again. My dear mother, it's a very respectable place for you and Maggie to live in, and I dare say you don't find it dull; but the idea of my quietly sitting down here is something too absurd!" "Papa did, and was very happy," said Maggie.
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