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'No, no, Cicely, I'll take Mrs. Sarratt, said Farrell impatiently. 'I'll send back a car from Ambleside, for you and Marsworth. 'You forget Sir George Whitehead, said Cicely quietly. 'I'll do everything. Sir George Whitehead of the A.M.S.C. was expected at Carton that evening on a visit of inspection to the hospital. Farrell, as Commandant, could not possibly be absent.
Having first compared my name, fame, and novels with those of Charles Dickens, Walter Scott, and Archibald Clavering Gunter, and to the disadvantage of those gentlemen, Farrell said the similarity of our names often had been commented upon, and that when from my letter he had learned our families both were from the South of Ireland, he had a premonition we might be related.
Farrell, the most wonderful thing has happened!" said Peggy; "I have bought such a lovely hen from Miss Betsy Porter, and she has given me a young rooster, and I am going to play they are people from the State of Rhode Island; and their names are Mr. Henry Cox and Mrs. Henrietta Cox only, of course, for most people, they are just a cock and hen just two Rhode Island Reds."
Absurd to give up hope because a letter did not come by the first possible post! A hundred things might have happened to cause a delay; and, even if it had been posted in time, the post-office was not always infallible. Mrs Farrell recalled stories of belated letters from her own experience, and related them at length, while Mollie went numbly about her work.
'My dear Hester, what nonsense! said Farrell, vehemently. 'Of course she'll marry again. What is she? twenty-one? It would be a sin and a shame. 'I only meant she would never take any steps of her own will to separate herself from Sarratt. 'Women look at things far too sentimentally! exclaimed Farrell, 'and they just spoil their lives. However, neither you nor I can prophesy anything.
The officials implicated were at once dismissed, and the Bentleys and Farrell rearrested and convicted. But the Governor very properly declined to release the arrested rioters, who, shortly before Christmas, 1854, were convicted and sentenced to short terms of imprisonment. Meanwhile, more disturbances had occurred.
And what could she have to say to Captain Marsworth? It was all rather odd and annoying. He walked in a preoccupied silence. Farrell and Nelly meanwhile were, it seemed, in no lack of conversation. He told her that he might possibly be going to France, in a week or two, for a few days. The Allied offensive on the Somme was apparently shutting down for the winter.
Farrell had taken an old Westmorland farm, with its white-washed porch, its small-paned windows outlined in white on the grey walls, its low raftered rooms, and with a few washes of colour pure blue, white, daffodil yellow had made all bright within, to match the bright spaces of air and light without.
For there was not a room of the small house into which at least a ray of sunlight did not find its way sometime during the day. It shone upon threadbare carpets and painted floors; upon sofas the upholstering of which had an unmistakable air of having been experimented with; and chairs which Mrs. Farrell had recaned, having learned the art from a blind boy who lived opposite.
They were deeply in earnest and I could see that Farrell, at least, was by instinct generous, human, and kind. It was, in fact, a most generous offer. But how was I to tell them tactfully I was not for sale, that I was not looking for "ready-to-wear" parents, and that if I were in the market, they were not the parents I would choose.
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