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Foss as it stamped its way down the street, and closing the door returned to the kitchen to discuss palmistry and other sciences until bedtime. Mrs. Dowson saw husband and daughter off to work in the morning, and after washing up the breakfast things drew her chair up to the kitchen fire and became absorbed in memories of the past.
"Go on!" said his wife, passionately, "go on!" Mr. Dowson, dimly conscious that something was wrong, stopped and puffed hard at his pipe. Through the cover of the smoke he bestowed a sympathetic wink upon his daughter. "You needn't go on too fast," said the latter, turning to her mother. "I haven't made up my mind yet.
"Do you want to keep those?" she asked. "Yes," with a caught breath. "Yes." "I will make you a little silk bag to hold them in," Dowson said, actually feeling rather piteous herself. The poor, little lamb with her picture book and her bits of broken dry leaves almost like senna. She sat down near her and Robin left her footstool and came to her.
Dowson emerged rather hastily from the shadow of the bushes, and advanced, hat in hand. "I I am really most awfully sorry if I have startled you. I ... I would have called out sooner, but I trusted you would not perceive me." "Mr. Dowson!" Toni's voice was frankly dismayed. "What are you doing here? Were you coming to see me?" "I I really don't know." Mr.
In fact, so easy is it to fall into habits of an agreeable nature that nearly every evening saw him the happy guest of Mr. Dowson. A spirit of resignation, fostered by a present or two and a visit to the theatre, descended upon Miss Dowson. Fate and her mother combined were in a fair way to overcome her inclinations, when Mr.
I wish I 'adn't gorn, that's what I wish." "What did she tell you?" inquired Mr. Foss. Mr. Dowson thrust his hands into his trouser pockets and spoke desperately. "She says I'm to live to ninety, and I'm to travel to foreign parts " "You get to bed," said his wife. "Come along." Mr. Dowson shook his head doggedly. "I'm to be rich," he continued, slowly "rich and loved.
"She'll go and do the same as her sister Jenny done," said Mrs. Dowson, with a side glance at her daughter Flora; "marry a man and then 'ave to work and slave herself to skin and bone to keep him." "I see Jenny yesterday," said her husband, nodding. "Getting quite fat, she is." "That's right," said Mrs. Dowson, violently, "that's right! The moment I say something you go and try and upset it."
An Empire and all the splendour of it! Two centuries ago it could not have disappeared so quickly. But now the world is older. It does not need toys so much. A Republic is the people and there are more people than kings." "It's things like that his lordship says, according to Jennings," said Dowson. "Jennings is never quite sure he's in earnest.
Dowson moved a step forward and then gave an involuntary jump as Jock growled mildly, under his breath as it were. "But be quiet, Jock it's so late and " "Oh, I know it's late." Suddenly Mr. Dowson lost his head. "But I couldn't stop away. I I've been here heaps of times at night generally I've stopped outside the gates, but once or twice I had to come in.... I I couldn't stop away.
He himself was so entangled in strife that he wanted soothing companions. In the poetry of Ernest Dowson he read something of his own failure to realise the things he had hoped for. Endymion, rolling like a stream through valleys and wooden plains, carried him outside the hoarse babble of voices; Comus lulled him into a temporary security with its abundance of perfect imagery.
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