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"And your ostrich-like digestion of crabbed rules, my dear old Dubbs; why, then," said Kenrick, "we should all be boys after Paton's heart." "Or Paton's pattern," suggested Henderson; so it was now Kenrick's turn to shudder at a miserable attempt at a pun, and return Henderson's missile, whereupon he got a hundred lines, which made him pull a very long face.
Miss More listened attentively, and waited till her large and sleek interlocutor had absolutely nothing more to say. Then she spoke. 'Mrs. Dubbs, she said, 'do you consider me a respectable young woman? 'Oh, Miss More! cried the housekeeper. 'You! Indeed, I'd put my hand into the fire for you any day! 'And I'm an American, and I've known Mr.
There are some women of whom one is sure at a glance that they are perfectly trustworthy in every imaginable way, and above even the suspicion of countenancing any wrong. 'No, answered Mrs. Dubbs, with honest conviction, 'I don't, indeed. 'I think, then, said Miss More, 'that if I feel I can stay here, you are safe in staying too.
She looked aside at the sea, and up at the banks, and down at the little dubbs of salt water as she skipped across them, crying out at sight of the sea-holly, the anemone, and the sea-mouse shining like fire, but still holding to Philip's arm and bounding and throbbing on it. "You must be quiet, dear, and listen," he said. "Oh, I'll be good so very good," she said.
Dubbs is quite right, and you're a set of asses if you think you'll do any good by burning the punishment book. I've got the poker, and you shan't have it to knock the desk open. I suppose Paton can afford sixpence to buy another book; and enter a tolerable fresh score against you for this besides." "But he won't remember my six hundred lines, and four or five detentions," said Walter.
In houses where the post-bag has a patent lock, of which the master keeps the key, this diversion has been found a good substitute for the more thrilling entertainment of steaming the letters and reading them before taking them upstairs. If Mrs. Dubbs was aware of Mr.
Christmas morning had opened brightly with David Dubbs. The sun, preceded down the court by hustling winds that knocked at every citizen's door and demanded admittance for their oncoming master, had left at each house a gift of golden cheerfulness.
Dubbs, the housekeeper, talked gloomily of giving warning, and the footmen gossiped with the stable hands; but the men all decided that it was not derogatory to their dignity to remain in the service of a master who was soon to be exhibited in the divorce court beside such a 'real lady' as Lord Creedmore's daughter; the housemaids agreed in this view, and the housekeeper consulted Miss More.
"No, no, my dear old boy. Such a nature as yours can't envy, I know; I'm sure you're as happy when I succeed as when you succeed yourself. I think I've got the secret of it, Dubbs. You work too much; you must take more exercise play games more give less time to the work. I'm sure you'll do better then, for half is better than the whole sometimes.
Dubbs was not going to have her name associated with that of a gentleman who blew up underground works and took Solomon's view of the domestic affections. She came of very good people in the north; one of her brothers was a minister, and the other was an assistant steward on a large Scotch estate.
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