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Updated: May 28, 2025
Shabby genteel. She used to be a tasty dresser. Lines round her mouth. Only a year or so older than Molly. See the eye that woman gave her, passing. Cruel. The unfair sex. He looked still at her, holding back behind his look his discontent. Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny. I'm hungry too. Flakes of pastry on the gusset of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her cheek.
I say to myself, I says, `If anybody is going to get that money it's Master Waller and me, not old Fatty Gusset, who brought the soldiers up t'other day." "But he doesn't believe he's here now, does he, Bunny?" "Shouldn't wonder if he does, Master Waller. He ar'n't so stupid as he looks. He's as cunning as he is fat. A lot of the fox in him.
"You'll get no more of my ladders to break," said the gardener, wagging his head, "in the King's name or out of the King's name." "What!" cried the sergeant, with mock fierceness. "Well, how can you," said the gardener, "when there aren't none? There's two little ones as you can tie together if you like, and Mrs Gusset will lend you a bit of clothes-line.
So she took in some little children to nurse, who brought their daily food with them, which she cooked for them, without wronging their helplessness of a crumb; and when she had restored them to their mothers at night, she set to work at plain sewing, "seam, and gusset, and band," and sat thinking how she might best cheat the factory inspector, and persuade him that her strong, big, hungry Ben was above thirteen.
Gabriel marries an unsatisfactory young woman in the vicinity, Ophelia Gusset, and retains Joan as his consoler and friend in a virtuous but high-strung companionship, out of which the country gossips, who hear of it through a spying servant, develop a slander. Gabriel's wife, meantime, is amusing herself with a military man at a watering place.
He had found out a mistake in his examiners. "`Daughter, the paper said, should be `son' of course. Funny for Dr Senior to make such a slip," thought he. "Question 3. History and Geography. Who built England? and state the latitude and longitude of Saint Dominic's, and the boundaries of Gusset Weir." "However am I to know?" murmured Stephen, in despair. "I was never here before in my life.
They paddled on again until Gusset Lock came in sight. There were very few boats about; the season was, in fact, at an end, and the river, which a month or two ago had generally swarmed with boats just at this part on Saturday afternoons, looked quite deserted. "Shall we go through the lock or turn round?" inquired Paul. "May as well turn, eh, Wray?"
Everything, however, receives a civil reception from a toad-eater, so Miss Gusset burnt herself to death by devouring a composition, which would have reduced anyone to ashes who had not fought against Bundoolah. "Now that is what I call a sensible arrangement; what could go off better?" said Vivian. "You may think so, sir," said Mr.
"There's Tony Gusset, sir, Martha's brother, and he's come along with six soldiers." Waller sprang from his seat, striking the table a heavy blow with the hammer in his excitement as he rose, while his companion, who had followed the example, took a couple of steps towards the open dormer window, and stood there with his lips pinched together and hands clenched.
Next day, however, he had classes all the afternoon, and could not go himself. He therefore determined to send Stephen. "I want you to run up to Gusset Weir," said he to his fag, "to fetch me a rod the keeper's son is getting for me. Be quick back, will you? and ask him what the price is."
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