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Thus, from long habit, trying to make excuses for her overflowing tenderness, she hurried out. Olive heard Mr. Gwynne's voice in the Hall, his anxious tender inquiry for his mother; even the quick, flying step of little Ailie bounding to meet "papa." She paused: her work fell, and a mist came over her eyes.
In brief, the report submitted by the young German was that there was every ground for believing that a paying mine, possibly a great mine, could be developed from the property on Mr. Gwynne's land. In regard to the market, there was of course no doubt. Every ton of coal produced could be sold at the mine mouth without difficulty. There remained only the question of finance to face.
'I think you labour under a mistake, said Rowland, looking more than usually confused when he saw Miss Gwynne's eyes turned upon him; 'I merely gained a scholarship at Rugby, which is really nothing. I did not even try for a fellowship. 'Conceited! thought Freda. 'I suppose he thinks if he had tried he would have got one. 'Were you not at Baliol? asked Mr Gwynne.
With all this, moreover, Mr. Gwynne was rigidly honest. No one ever thought of disputing an account whether he paid it or not, and truth demands that with Mr. Gwynne's customers the latter course was more frequently adopted. It was at this point that Mr. Gwynne failed of success as a business man.
Knowing this, he also said to himself more than once; 'Why should not Mr Arabin be dean of Barchester? it was at last arranged between them that they would together start to London by the earliest train on the following morning, making a little detour to Oxford on their journey. Dr Gwynne's counsels, they imagined, might perhaps be of assistance to them.
The only angels there are in London are kept framed in the church windows, and I half suspect that even they were women once, and liked bread and butter. And then Nell Gwynne's flag floats from the steeple of St. Martin's in the Fields, and now and again they ring the bells for her!"
She published several volumes in defence of her sex, and proposed to found a ladies' college. She gave up the project, however, when it was condemned by Bishop Burnet. She was ridiculed by the wits of her time Swift, Steele, and Addison but she was undoubtedly a very able woman. The Duke of St. Albans, Nell Gwynne's son, also had a house in Paradise Row.
Our friend the archdeacon had many grounds for inward grief. He was much displeased at the result of Dr Gwynne's diplomatic mission to the palace, and did not even scruple to say to his wife that had he gone himself he would have managed the affair much better. His wife did not agree with him, but that did not mend the matter.
Miss Gwynne's appellation was not inaptly chosen, still he would have preferred to know her more conventional title. "This is a peaceful little corner," he said. "Do you notice how removed it seems from the rest of the room?" "Yes," she answered, meeting and disconcerting his pleasantly questioning look with one of swift resolve. "Dr.
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