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I'm afraid I'm not like other girls. ... I don't think I want to be married. 'This is Mrs. Fargus' doing. What do you want? 'I'm not quite sure. I should like to study. 'This must be Mrs. Fargus. 'I should like to do something. 'But marriage 'Marriage is not everything. There are other things. I should like to study art. 'But marriage won't prevent your studying art.
"And then old Sabre said he began to find himself in exactly the same position with every one. Every door closed to him. No one having anything to do with him. Even an old chap next door, a particular friend of his called Fungus or Fargus or some such name even this old bird's house and his society is forbidden him.
Fargus had not directly impugned marriage, she had said enough to make her understand that it were possible to rebel against marriage; and that in proclaiming antipathy to marriage she would win admiration, and would in a measure distinguish herself.
There was a magnificent distance record when, on one single occasion only, he had been deposited plumb in line with his own gate; and there was a divertingly lamentable shortage record, touched on more than one occasion, when he had come to ground plumb in line with the gate of Mr. Fargus, his neighbour on that side.
I know I shouldn't bother Harold; he is very good and he does his best to please me. It is very odd. I was all right till Mrs. Fargus came, she upset me. It was all in my mind before, no doubt; but she brought it out. Now I can't interest myself in anything. I really don't care to go to this tennis party, and the people who go there are not in the least interesting.
Fargus' cough and his vacuous conversation, in which no shadow of an idea ever appeared, tried her temper. But she forebore, seeing how anxious they were to please her. That was the worst. These simple kind-hearted people saw that their sitting-room bored Mildred, and they often took her for drives in the Bois after dinner. Crazed with boredom Mildred cast side-long glances of hatred at Mrs.
Fargus principally "did" was to keep out of the way of his wife and daughters, and this duty took him all his time and ingenuity.
Sanders smiled. "D' ye think she is, Sanders?" "Weel, Sam'l, I d'na want to fluster ye, but she's been ower-lang wi' Lisbeth Fargus no to hae learned her ways. An' a'body kins what a life T'nowhead has wi' her." "Guid sake, Sanders, hoo did ye no speak o' this afore?" "I thocht ye kent o' 't, Sam'l." They had now reached the square, and the U. P. kirk was coming out.
"Sam'l," she said, with a twinkle in her eye, "ye can tell Lisbeth Fargus I'll likely be drappin' in on her aboot Mununday or Teisday." Lisbeth was sister to Eppie, and wife of Tammas McQuhatty, better known as T'nowhead, which was the name of his farm. She was thus Bell's mistress. Sam'l leant against the henhouse as if all his desire to depart had gone.
It is just like an hotel, and the street is dingy enough, thought Mildred, as she pulled one of the narrow lace curtains aside: I don't think much of Paris. But it doesn't matter, I shall be at the studio nearly all day. A moment after Mrs. Fargus entered. 'I'm so sorry, she said, 'I wasn't up to receive you, but 'I didn't expect you to get up at five, which you would have had to do.
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