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She had ventured out for a few minutes, and had found Abel, with his arms akimbo; contemplating the little gate which led to the stables. It was lying on the ground. He had swept the snow off it. "I locked it up the same as usual last night," he said to Mrs. Gresley. "There's been somebody about as has tampered it off its hinges. Yet nothing hasn't been touched, the coal nor the stack.
Hester had hardly set Stella right side upward when the door opened once more and Mrs. Gresley entered, hot and exhausted. "Run up-stairs, my pets," she said. "Hester, you should not keep them down here now. It is past their tea-time." "We came ourselves, mother," said Regie. "Fruälein said we might, to show Auntie Hester our secrets."
Gresley had said all this many times already by his manner, and it had by its vain repetitions lost its novelty. Mr. Gresley was fortunately not aware of this, for unimaginative persons believe themselves to be sealed books, as hermetically sealed as the characters of others are to themselves. Hester was very like her brother.
Hester experienced that sudden emotion which may result either in tears or laughter at the cruel anguish brought upon her brother by the momentary experience of what he so ruthlessly inflicted. "He talked me down," said Mr. Gresley, his voice shaking. "He opposed me in my own school-room. Of course, I blame myself for asking him to speak.
Sir Lionel Edward Gresley Carden had for several years been occupying British diplomatic posts in Central America, in all of which he had had disagreeable social and diplomatic relations with Americans. Sir Lionel had always shown great zeal in promoting British commercial interests, and, justly or unjustly, had acquired the fame of being intensely anti-American.
Gresley enjoyed it so much himself that he hardly noticed her fixed countenance. Why does so deep a gulf separate those who have a sense of humor and those who, having none, are compensated by the conviction that they possess it more abundantly? The crevasse seems to extend far inland to the very heights and water-sheds of character. Those who differ on humor will differ on principles.
Gresley, looking at Hester's pile of letters over the top of her share of the morning's correspondence namely, a list of Pryce Jones "that you care to write so many letters, Hester. I am sure I never did such a thing when I was a girl. I should have regarded it as a waste of time." "Ha!" said Mr. Gresley, in a gratified tone, opening a little roll. "What have we here? Proofs!
On the contrary, Hester was quite warm, thanks. Bishop, foot-warmer, etc. "You are looking much stronger." Hester felt much stronger. Certainly married people grew very much alike by living together. Mr. Gresley hesitated. He never saw the difficulties entailed by any action until they were actually upon him. He had had no idea he would find it wellnigh impossible to open a certain subject.
Gresley was touched, grateful. "I don't think I have always done them justice," he actually said to Hester one day. "They do seem to understand me a little better at last. Walsh has never spoken to me since my sermon on Dissent, though I always make a point of being friendly to him, but to-day he stopped, and said he knew what trouble was, and how he had lost" Mr.
Key on my own watch-chain." Inaudible reply. "Hinges! ha! ha! ha! Very good, Dick. Likely story that. I see you're the same as ever. Travellers' tales. But we are not so easily taken in, are we, Hester?" Mrs. Gresley certainly had the gift of prophecy as far as the Pratts were concerned. Mrs.
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