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"Wilt thou stand there and tell me i' th' eyes that thou hast so oft looked love into," quoth he, like a man choked with spleen "I say, wilt thou, Keren Lemon, stand there and face me, Robert Hacket, and say thou hast ne'er given me reason to believe that thou didst love me?" quoth he. "No more cause than I've given to twenty better than thee!" quoth she.
'It was for seven when you parted with it, then, Miss Hacket, said the manager; 'let me ask whether you changed it yourself? 'No, she said, 'I sent it to and there she came to a dead pause, in alarm. 'Did you send it to Mr. Alfred Flinders? said Mr. Ellis. 'Yes oh! another little scream, 'He can't have done it. He can't be such a villain! Your own uncle, Dolores.
What's that? Only Miss Hacket, do you say? You should respect yourself and them you come of mair than to show yourself to a blind beetle in an unbecoming way. 'Tis well that there's one in the house that knows what is befitting. Miss Dollars, you stand still; I must sort your necktie before you go. 'Tis all of a wisp.
I'm ruined all out smashed down and broke horse and foot; there's the Slevins that wint to America, an' I lost more than thirty pounds by them." "I thought," replied Hacket, "they paid you before they went; they were always a daicent and an honest family, an' I never heard any one speak an ill word o' them." "Not a penny, Harry."
For Lady Merrifield had commissioned Gillian to lay in unknown to the good lady a stock of such treasures as are valuable indeed to the little maid: shell pin-cushions, Cinderella slippers holding thimbles, cases of hair-pins, queer housewives, and the like things, wonderfully pretty for the price, and which filled the kind heart of Miss Hacket with rapture and gratitude at such brilliant additions to her own home-made contrivances in the way of cuffs, comforters, and illuminated workbags, all beautifully neat; I though it was hard to persuade her of what Lady Merrifield averred, that such things ought to be far more precious than brilliant, shop-bought, ready-made ware, 'with no love-seed in it.
Leadbitter to whom the poetry was duly shown had given such a character of the Darminster Politician that Miss Hacket besought Constance to have no more to do with it. Besides, she was so entirely a lady, and so conscientious, that all her tender blindness would not have prevented her from being shocked at encouraging, or profiting by, a surreptitious correspondence. Constance declared that Mr.
Only Dolores was first bewildered, then believed herself affronted, and soon gave up altogether, wondering that grown-up people could be so foolish. The first thought of Dolores was that she should see Constance Hacket, when she heard 'Hurrah for a holiday! resounding over the house. As she came out of her room Mysie met her. 'Hurrah!
We went below and the table was very grand with its great frosted cake and its candles, in shiny brass sticks, and its jellies and preserves with the gleam of polished pewter among them. Mrs. Hacket and all the children, save Ruth, were waiting for us in the dining-room. "Now sit down here, all o' ye, with Michael Henry," said the schoolmaster. "The little lady will be impatient.
'What! did I send her into hysterics? 'I suppose, as she is grown up, it must have the fine name, but it wasn't a bit like poor Dolly's choking. I am sure she did it to make her sister come! Well, of course, Miss Hacket went away, and I did the best I could, but what could one do with all these screeches and bellowings breaking out? 'For shame. Gill! 'I can't help it, mamma.
"Now you know the duties o' your office," said the schoolmaster as we went in to breakfast. We sat down at the table with the family and I drew out my letter from the Senator and gave it to Mr. Hacket to read. "The Senator! God prosper him!
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