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Your aunt the old one, I think it was asked me, if I was passing, to bring you these overshoes. She was afraid you had none, and would take cold." He laughed again, as though he knew how amusing such nonsense was, and then had a gleam of surprise at Gifford's gravity. "I'd gone to her house with a message from my mother," he continued; "you know we get off to-morrow.
At the house Hepseba waddled out on the little stoop in response to old man Gifford's call, and stood regarding the strangers stonily through her narrow little slits of eyes. "This gentleman, Hepseba," said old man Gifford, "wants to buy my walnut trees. What do you think of him?"
Suddenly she whirled round, and walked back to her mother. "Mother, if you knew how little money was left, why wouldn't you let me accept Miss Farnborough's offer at Christmas!" For a moment Mrs Gifford's face expressed nothing but bewilderment. Then comprehension dawned. "You mean the school-mistress from London? What was it she suggested? That you should go to her as a teacher?
The register commences in 1641, and has been searched to 1750. It confirms the Rev. J. Juke's impression, that soon after Bunyan joined Gifford's church he left Elstow to live in Bedford. Thomas Bonion, buried, Dec. 9, 1641. Margaret Bonion, wife, buried, June 20, 1644. Margaret Bonion, b., July 24, 1644. Charles, the son of Thos. Bunion, bapt., May 22, 1645. Charles Bunion, bur., May 30, 1645.
Gifford's impulse as he turned into the high road was to stay there in concealment and watch for the upshot of Henshaw's presence. The suggestion did not, however, altogether commend itself to him. He disliked the idea of spying even upon such a man as Henshaw, whom he had good reason to suspect of playing a dastardly game.
'Keats had been dished utterly demolished and dished by Blackwood long before Mr. Gifford's scribes mentioned his name.... But let us hear no more of Johnny Keats. It is really too disgusting to have him and his poems recalled in this manner after all the world thought they had got rid of the concern. 'Mr. Shelley died, it seems, with a volume of Mr.
Moreover, to Gifford's bitter reflection the whole business seemed clear enough. Henshaw had been caught and fascinated by Edith Morriston's beauty, and being, as was obvious, a man of energy and determination, was now in some subtle way making use of the tragedy as a means of forcing his unwelcome attentions on her. How otherwise could this astounding familiarity be arrived at?
Throughout that first afternoon her thoughts were busily engaged planning ahead, striving to arrange the days to the hindrance of dangerous tete-a-tetes, Erskine appeared to have returned in ignorance of Miss Gifford's presence.
This is the home of the superintendent, and contains, besides, the offices of the establishment. Over the office is a tablet with this inscription, taken from a letter of Miss Gifford's about the time the home was opened:
The contrast between these persons ... and the class I was at the same time in the habit of meeting at Sir Joseph Banks's on Sunday evening, at Gifford's, at Murray's Literary Exchange, and especially at Lord Holland's, was striking enough." In regard to the last statement we can feel no doubt, nor is it surprising that Mr.
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