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God help such all over the world and thank Him too for the colonies, where such people can retreat without being said to hide, and live down their misfortunes or their follies or their weaknesses, and be of some use to others after a while! It would be hard to say why the Mr. Foxleys went as often as they did, especially Mr. Joseph to the Miss Dexters for tea.
George Foxley altogether. "He is not human," she said to her father, "and I don't believe he is one of the Foxleys of Foxley Manor at all." "There can be no doubt about that, my dear," answered the actor. "Difficulties I should say ah difficulties have brought these young men out here, but we must do our duty by them, we must do our duty.
He had always kept the little bottle with its cruel label, and had always feared and avoided poor, proud, foolish, wicked Charlotte Dexter since that Saturday night. As for Mr. Still? Ay, still and forever. And so ends my sketch of how the Mr. Foxleys came, stayed and never went away. The Gilded Hammock. Who does not know the beautiful Miss De Grammont?
He was also an Englishman and the daughters, not daring to enter upon life in town with their small income and a helpless old man on their hands into the bargain had retired to the country some ten years before the advent of the Mr. Foxleys. Charlotte the elder was now forty and Ellen over thirty-five.
But this was the first and last stricture that the rector made as to the conduct of the Mr. Foxleys, for by appearing in church two Sundays after his call and spending an evening on the vine-covered verandah of the pretty Rectory, they were speedily entered in the very best books kept by that worthy if slightly common-place gentleman and his gushing daughter.
I may as well say at once that they were Englishmen, which was easy to gather from their picturesque and unusual attire of neat gray small-clothes meeting gray stockings at the knee, low white shoes, a striped blue and white flannel shirt and canoe-shaped hats of gray, each bearing a snow-white "puggree" with blue and gold fringed ends. Such was the outward adorning of the Mr. Foxleys.
Foxleys thought, as they gazed at its monstrous trunk, its glorious branches of deep, dark glossy green with here and there an upstart arm of glowing bronze or a smaller shoot of younger yellow. "It might have grown in the Manor Park!" said the younger brother airily with a keen sense of pleasure in the suggestion.
I thought she was so popular and making so much money, and what what will become of the Mr. Foxleys?" Mrs. Woods gave a triumphant grin. "It's them, theirselves, miss; it's them that 'as it now. And the younger one will be marrying Milly in a little while and settling down comfortable in the inn.
The impression, natural in the extreme, that they were a couple of wealthy young Englishmen going about for pleasure, who just happening to come to Ipswich and being taken with it had stayed a little longer than they intended, was fast giving way to another. For it was a well-known fact that the Mr. Foxleys did not spend too much money either on themselves or on other people.
Pastoral and prosperous the landscape, contented the people on foot, in the fields, at the windows, and most delightful of all a certain Old World haze hanging over it. This is what struck the Mr. Foxleys, driving out slowly from the town one Saturday afternoon. George, the elder, pale with dark hair, lay back in the phaeton with folded arms.
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