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"Oh, my dear! What is it?" "It's her heart. I thought it was her spine, because of Edie. But it isn't. She has valvular disease. Oh, Fanny, I didn't think a little child could have it." "Nor I," said Mrs. Eliott, shocked into a great calm. "But surely if you take care " "No. He gives no hope. He only says a few years, if we leave Scale and take her into the country.
All the horrid sailors in the port had conspired to bring him to his knees, because he was an engineer." Captain Eliott emitted a throaty chuckle. "And the fact is, that if he misses a couple more trips he need never trouble himself to start again. He won't find any cargo in his old trade.
Was there a choice? He seemed already to have lost something of himself; to have given up to a hungry specter something of his truth and dignity in order to live. But his life was necessary. Let poverty do its worst in exacting its toll of humiliation. It was certain that Ned Eliott had rendered him, without knowing it, a service for which it would have been impossible to ask.
The committee, for the abolition, when the work was finished, printed it at their own expense. Mr. Wilberforce then presented it to the House of Commons, as a faithful abridgement of the whole evidence. Having been received as such under the guarantee of Mr. Montagu and Mr. Eliott, the committee sent it to every individual member of that House.
Eliott, in her turn, was received into the cloud. "Of course," said Mrs. Pooley, emerging from it joyously, "we must have them." "Of course," said Mrs. Eliott vaguely, as her spirit struggled with the cloud. "Of course," said Dr. Gardner.
Eliott marked the flag of defiance and the attitude of defence. If Anne had meant to "give him away," she could not have given him more lavishly. Mrs. Elliott's sad inward comment was that there was more in all this than met the eye. And Anne's life now continued on this rather uncomfortable footing. The Hannays came to dinner, and she dined with Mrs. Eliott.
"Do you know anything of Mr. Charlie Gorst?" "No. But Johnson does. At least I'm sure he's met him." Mrs. Eliott saw it all. Poor Anne was being besieged, bombarded by her husband's set. "Then he isn't impossible?" "Oh no, the Gorsts are a very old Lincolnshire family. Quite grand. What a number of people you're going to know, my dear.
"Fanny," said Anne, holding her friend's evasive eye with the determination of her query, "tell me, who are the Ransomes?" "The Ransomes? Have they called?" "Yes, but I was out. I didn't see them." "Oh, my dear," said Mrs. Eliott, in a tone which implied that when Anne did see them "Are they very dreadful?" "Well they're not your sort." Anne meditated. "Not my sort.
Not that she relied upon herself alone. Her plan for Majendie's salvation was liberal and large, it admitted of other methods, other influences. There was no narrowness, any more than there was jealousy, in Anne. "Walter," said she, "I want you to know Mrs. Eliott." "But I do know her, don't I?" He called up a vision of the lady whose house had been Anne's home in Scale. He was grateful to Mrs.
Here, Thursday after Thursday, the same people met each other; they met, Thursday after Thursday, the same fervid little company of ideas, of aspirations and enthusiasms. It was five o'clock on one of her Thursdays, and Mrs. Eliott had been conversing with great sweetness and fluency ever since half-past three. That was the way she and Mrs.
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