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Cross sucked in her breath in token of intensifying enjoyment, and turned her head yet a little more on one side. "And so?" prompted she, as Mrs. Domeny paused. "And so, Thursday come, an' we did get a trap off Mr. Sharpe, an' we set off. Brother John was a-standin' on the doorstep on the look-out for us, and he did lead Mrs. Maidment in and sit her down at the head of the table.
She was a dried-up-looking poor body, your sister-in-law; I al'ays did say so, ye mid remember. An' how did ye leave poor John?" "He was in floods," responded Mrs. Domeny, her eyes filling with sympathetic tears. "In floods, I do assure 'ee. I did feel for en, I can tell 'ee. 'Twas through me as they did first get to know each other. 'Twas a very romantic marriage theirs was, Mrs.
"T'ch, t'ch, t'ch," commented the listener, clicking her tongue, for her astonishment at the sudden development was too great to find vent in mere words. "'I do admire your husband," repeated Mrs. Domeny impressively. "That was what she said, 'he be a beautiful man. 'Well, said I, 'I'll not say nay to that, Mrs. Maidment.
"Oh, she was a widow then?" interrupted Mrs. Cross. "There now, what notions folks do get in their heads. I al'ays made sure and certain as your sister-in-law was a single woman afore she was your sister-in-law." "No, my dear," said Mrs. Domeny impressively. "She was a widow, Mrs. Cross, that's what she was.
Domeny, my dear. Thinks I constant, 'I wonder how Mrs. Domeny be a-gettin' on, and I wonder how the poor widow-man be a-bearin' up. Come in an' sit ye down, do; ye must be mortal hot and tired, walkin' so far in your deep." Mrs.
Brother John sent us word by the carrier as he was a-comin', and I did send off Janie that same day to let Mrs. Maidment know, and Janie said her face did fair flush up wi' j'y. She kissed the maid so affectionate, an' says she, 'You be another Domeny, my dear. You must favour your Pa, I'm sure, for you be a very vitty maid.
The door had no sooner shut behind en," she continued, leaning forward and speaking slowly and with great unction, "than Sarah she looks me full in the face, and says she, 'Mrs. Domeny, she says, 'I do admire your husband. I think, she says, 'he be a beautiful man."
Domeny, a chubby, buxom little woman, who found it hard to eliminate from her rosy face all trace of a cheerfulness which, however habitual, would have been unbecoming on the occasion of a sister-in-law's funeral, checked the smile with which she had been about to respond to her friend's invitation, and heaved a sigh instead. "Well, jist for a minute, Mrs. Cross.
But she wisely kept her surprise to herself, and now once more clicked her tongue in token of appreciation. "'Now, Robert, says I," continued Mrs. Domeny, resuming her narrative tone, "'how would it be if we was to write to Brother John?
Cross, pausing with a large bite of bread and butter distending her cheek, and uplifting her hands. "Well, to think of it!" "'Ees, as I often did say," resumed Mrs. Domeny, "it did seem from the very beginnin' as though 'twas meant to be. She was a-livin' next door to Susannah hadn't long come, d'ye see, and didn't know any of the neighbours to speak on.
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