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Although the plays of Shakespeare had frequently been praised, even quoted, and placed higher than the Greek, never since they started had Jacob managed to read one through. Yet what an opportunity! For the Scilly Isles had been sighted by Timmy Durrant lying like mountain-tops almost a-wash in precisely the right place.
My father was an Essex man. Darenth, his place was called." Aunt M'riar repeated the name wrongly: "Durrant?" She ought to have asked something concerning his status and employment. Who knows but Mrs. Prichard might have talked of that mill and supplied a clue to speculation? not Aunt M'riar's; speculation was not her line.
He went and shook hands with Maria Durrant, with more than interest and approval; there was even a touch of something like gallantry in his manner. William Haydon glanced at his wife and gave an unconscious sigh of relief.
Whitehorn, Jacob's landlady, loathed cats. There is also the highly respectable opinion that character-mongering is much overdone nowadays. After all, what does it matter that Fanny Elmer was all sentiment and sensation, and Mrs. But what a term to apply to Clara Durrant! Simple to a degree, others thought her.
She owes me a sovereign." "Not BEFORE the fish with it, Mrs. Durrant," said Charlotte Wilding. "That was the bet; with the fish," said Clara seriously. "Begonias, mother. To eat them with his fish." "Oh dear," said Mrs. Durrant. "Charlotte won't pay you," said Timothy. "How dare you ..." said Charlotte. "That privilege will be mine," said the courtly Mr.
Clutterbuck's telescope at the edge of the terrace. The deaf old man stood beside her, fondling his beard, and reciting the names of the constellations: "Andromeda, Bootes, Sidonia, Cassiopeia. ..." "Andromeda," murmured Miss Eliot, shifting the telescope slightly. Mrs. Durrant and Charlotte looked along the barrel of the instrument pointed at the skies.
Why is nobody taught anything that they ought to know, Sir Jasper?" She left them standing against the wall. Neither of the gentlemen said anything for three minutes, though Jacob shifted perhaps five inches to the left, and then as many to the right. Then Jacob grunted, and suddenly crossed the room. "Will you come and have something to eat?" he said to Clara Durrant. "Yes, an ice. Quickly.
Then Florinda got upon his knee and hid her face in his waistcoat. With one hand he held her; with the other, his pipe. "Now let us talk," said Jacob, as he walked down Haverstock Hill between four and five o'clock in the morning of November the sixth arm-in-arm with Timmy Durrant, "about something sensible." Durrant quoted Aeschylus Jacob Sophocles.
"Abide with me: Fast falls the eventide; The shadows deepen; Lord, with me abide," sang Timmy Durrant. "At my place we used to have a hymn which began Great God, what do I see and hear?" said Jacob.
The light poured over him, illuminating every cranny of his skin; but not a muscle of his face moved as he sat looking out into the garden. "I want to hear about your voyage," said Mrs. Durrant. "Yes," he said. "Twenty years ago we did the same thing." "Yes," he said. She looked at him sharply. "He is extraordinarily awkward," she thought, noticing how he fingered his socks.
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