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In an hour she put her head in at the shop-window, her eyes sparkling: "There's two new chicks in the corn-bin nest, and they're full-blooded bantams, I'm sure, father." "She's not fit to be married!" cried Mrs. Guinness excitedly. "She is both silly and unfeeling. God only knows how I came to be the mother of such a child! The great work before her she cares nothing about; and as for Mr.
But he read the plays with outward good-humor, and with an inward delight and gusto, which he would not betray. All his youth that old Peter Guinness, for whom each day's bumpers had been frothed so high came back in the familiar exits and entrances.
"Of course, you know," he said with an anxious laugh, "I never had a serious thought of those young ladies chosen by my sister. Social position or wealth does not weigh with me, Mrs. Guinness not a feather!" earnestly. If he really had meant to give her a passing reminder that marriage with Kitty would be a step down the social grade for him, he was thoroughly scared out of his intention.
He has believed him to be dead for years: I know that he is not dead." Doctor McCall waited, with her eyes still upon him. "Well?" he said, attentive. "And then," pushing back the table and rising, "when I heard that, I meant to go and find Hugh Guinness, and bring him back to his father."
When in harvest time, after sundown when the shadows forbid farther cutting with the fagging hook at the tall wheat he sits on the form without, under the elm tree, and feels a whole pocketful of silver, flush of money like a gold-digger at a fortunate rush, he does not indulge in Allsopp or Guinness.
Muller's love-making did not move her now as one note of Bluhm's voluntaries on the organ had done. She had thought him Mendelssohn and Mozart in one: the tears came now, thinking of that divine music. But one day Mrs. Guinness had brought him in, being a phrenologist, to "feel Kitty's head."
She was able to hold her motherly fondness aside while she judged her. Kitty was flushed and awakened from head to foot with the excitement of this single visitor. "At her age," thought Mrs. Guinness, "I could have faced a regiment of lovers. Kitty's weak: I always felt her brain was small small. She has nothing of my face, or address either.
Her confusion was a pretty thing to watch, the red creeping up her neck into her face, blotting out its delicate tints, the uncertain glances, the full bitten lip. Doctor McCall quite forgot his own trouble in the keen pleasure of the sight. "Perhaps You do not quite understand my position here? Mr. Guinness is not my own father." "No, I knew that."
Her own father died when she was a baby. Mr. Guinness is the only near friend she has ever known except myself. He had a son when I married him " The boy's name stuck in her throat. For a moment she felt as the murderer does, forced to touch his victim with his naked hand. "Hugh Hugh Guinness was the lad's name." "I never heard of him," indifferently. "No, it is not probable you should.
Guinness, you think I ought not to look upon Catharine as another man would? I should regard a wife only as a fellow-servant of the Lord? I oughtn't to to make love to Kitty, in short?" "She is a dear, pious child. I love to think of her in the midst of your Reformed boys," said the lady evasively. There was another pause.
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