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Nevertheless, though she had destroyed the signed name, it was a cobweb in her memory she would have gladly brushed away altogether. How she would have liked to tell the whole to Ruth, when as once or twice happened she walked over from Chorlton to get a report of progress, leaving old Mrs. Prichard in charge of that loyal dog, supported by Elizabeth-next-door, if need were.
Gwen threw doubt on this; as, having rung the bell, she waited. She might have rung again but for Elizabeth-next-door; who, coming out with advisory powers, said that Mrs. Thrale was probably engaged with the old lady, but that she herself would go straight in if she was her ladyship.
A grey twilight, not over-misty for the time of year, was what a raised window-curtain showed her, and she let it fall to deal with it in earnest, and relieve the blind from duty. Then she made sure, by the new light, that all was well with old Maisie mere silence, no insensibility and went out to speak with Elizabeth-next-door, and get more wood for the fire.
Two voices of women in the kitchen without. One, Elizabeth-next-door; the other, surely, Keziah Solmes from the Towers. So much the better! "I may tell it them, my lady?" said Widow Thrale. Gwen had to think a moment, before saying: "Yes but they must not talk of it in the village not yet! Go out and tell them. I will remain with your mother."
Ruth was not hard to prevail upon to do this, and was driven away by Tom over slushy roads, through the irresolute Winter's unseasonable Christmas Eve, after delegating some of her functions to Elizabeth-next-door. Old Maisie still remained asleep, and almost motionless.
I heard her say so to your sister." Gwen felt it desirable to dwell on the relationship, when chances occurred. "Elizabeth-next-door. I remember her when Ruth was Widow Thrale it seems so long ago now!... Yes I wished Phoebe to go to church, because she always wished to go. Besides, it made it like then." "'Made it like then?" Gwen was not sure she followed this.
So next-door was applied to for the key, and the bit of fire a very large bit of a small fire, or a small bit of a very large one was found blazing on the hearth, and the cloth laid for dinner and everything. According to Elizabeth-next-door, absolutely nothing had happened since Mrs. Marrable went away yesterday.
She refused Keziah's offer to remain on. Elizabeth-next-door, she said, was always at hand for emergencies. Keziah stayed late enough to see all arranged for the night, ending with a more or less successful effort to get old Maisie to swallow arrowroot.
Thrale fell so easily into the task of making old Maisie happy and at ease because she was furnished with a means of explaining her and accounting for her, by the popularity Dave Wardle had achieved with the neighbours a year ago. Thus she had said to Elizabeth-next-door: "You'll call to mind our little Davy Wardle, a twelvemonth back? he that was nigh to being killed by the fire-engine?
Ruth sat silent, all her faculties crippled, and every feeling stunned, by what she had gone through since Gwen's first arrival yesterday. This terrible night had worn itself out, and she knew that that clock-warning meant six, when the stroke should come. But there was no daylight yet. Those movements in the kitchen must be Elizabeth-next-door, come according to promise.
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