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I have been thinking all day that she might do for a time, anyway." "Anybody'll do," said Mr. Haydon suddenly. "I tell ye, William, I'm drove to the wall. I feel to covet a good supper; an' I'm ashamed to own it, a man o' my property! I'll observe this Miss Durrant, an' speak with her after tea; perhaps she'd have the sense to come right over to-morrow.
"I expect my son in a day or two," said Mrs. Durrant. "Sailing from Falmouth with a friend in a little boat. ... Any news of Lizzie yet, Mrs. Pascoe?" Her long-tailed ponies stood twitching their ears on the road twenty yards away. The boy, Curnow, flicked flies off them occasionally.
Pickering at the station, and after a short railway journey, drove to the beautiful grounds of Wellesley College, founded by a rich American, Mr. Durrant, for girls over sixteen. Three separate buildings, and a pretty lake, and a very interesting President, Miss Freeman, about thirty. I can't say the luncheon was good! the beef hard, and I had only bread and jam!
"They're going to make you act in their play." "How I love you!" said Elsbeth, kneeling beside Mrs. Durrant's chair. "Give me the wool," said Mrs. Durrant. "He's come he's come!" cried Charlotte Wilding. "I've won my bet!" "There's another bunch higher up," murmured Clara Durrant, mounting another step of the ladder.
Salvin, who, owing to his lameness, was accommodated with a chair, "the amusing thing about a party is to watch the people coming and going, coming and going." "Last time we met," said Mr. Salvin, "was at the Farquhars. Poor lady! She has much to put up with." "Doesn't she look charming?" exclaimed Miss Eliot, as Clara Durrant passed them. "And which of them ...?" asked Mr.
't ain't 's if Mari' Durrant was a girl o' twenty-five; she's a smart capable creatur', says I, 'an''" "I guess I've got an old dress I can let you have." Maria Durrant, with crimson cheeks and a beating heart, rose suddenly and escaped to the back stairway.
He was sarcastic because of Clara Durrant; because Jacob had come back from Greece very brown and lean, with his pockets full of Greek notes, which he pulled out when the chair man came for pence; because Jacob was silent. "He has not said a word to show that he is glad to see me," thought Bonamy bitterly.
Then two thousand hearts in the semi-darkness remembered, anticipated, travelled dark labyrinths; and Clara Durrant said farewell to Jacob Flanders, and tasted the sweetness of death in effigy; and Mrs. Durrant, sitting behind her in the dark of the box, sighed her sharp sigh; and Mr.
The next morning Miss Durrant helped with the early work, talking with William's wife as she went to and fro busily in the large kitchen, and listening to all that could be said of the desperate state of affairs at the old farm.
It is true that no Greek could have understood or professor refrained from pointing out Never mind; what is Greek for if not to be shouted on Haverstock Hill in the dawn? Moreover, Durrant never listened to Sophocles, nor Jacob to Aeschylus. They were boastful, triumphant; it seemed to both that they had read every book in the world; known every sin, passion, and joy.
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