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Presumably she did not torment herself hour by hour and day by day, as her mother did, by continual re-arguments of the whole question, but if she did, she kept the process altogether to herself. There had been one interview, indeed, which had tried her very much, and that had taken place a day or two after her arrival at the Warren, when she had met Lizzie Hampson on the road.
"Miss Ormrod and I will stay in town and come back with Miss Todd," she said, with compressed lips. "You and Wendy can ride our bicycles. Miss Carr, will you please go as quickly as you can to the station and explain to Miss Todd what has happened. The train must be in by now. I think, Miss Hampson, you'd better take the girls on."
"Get up, this minute, and come and finish your own work. I've something else to do besides unpack for you. If Miss Hampson comes and finds my box still half full " "She'll say how slow you've been, and what a nice, tidy child Diana is! Don't try to look 'proper', Loveday! It doesn't suit your style of beauty. Yes, put my collars away, too, or I shall only crush them. There! Very well done!
"No never tie her break her heart if I did. Todd, hang up this coat and hat in the hall before you go." "That's what you said of that horse you bought of Hampson ran away, didn't he?" persisted his host, his eyes on the mare, which had now become quiet. "Yes, and broke his leg. But Spitfire's all right she'll stand. Where will I sit here?
We really have not time to stay any longer. Not any tea, thank you. We must be running away." "There is nothing to be so sensitive about," said the clergyman's wife. "Of course Herbert knows that you must know: you are not babies. It is Lizzie Hampson, the dressmaker, who has been asked to go and work at the Elms." "Oh!" said the rector.
"Old Hampson that's his name. Hampson is an Englishman, and from Cheshire, and knew the present Sir Victor's grandfather. He gets the Cheshire papers ever since he left, and, of course, took an interest in all this. He told Mrs. Featherbrain and what do you think? Mrs. Featherbrain actually asked Lady Helena." "It is precisely the sort of thing Mrs. Featherbrain would be likely to do.
He did not know there was any special significance in the sight of Lizzie Hampson seated there within the counter, demurely sewing, and apparently unconscious of any spectators, but it was enough to have startled any of the neighbours who were aware of Lizzie's ways.
"Bless me," said the rector troubled, "Lizzie Hampson! Now I recollect that was what the ladies were saying. Silly girl, she has gone, after all; but I must put a stop to that. How she stared at you, Dick, to be sure!" "Yes, she has got a sharp pair of eyes. I think she will know me again," said Dick, with what seemed to the rector rather forced gaiety. "Rather a pretty little girl, all the same.
Have you forgotten the bills that man Gadgem brought in? the five hundred dollars due Slater, and the horse Hampson sold me the one I shot?" and one of his old musical laughs rose to his lips. Pawson sprang forward and seized the intruder's hand. He would recognize that laugh among a thousand: "Yes I know you now! It's all come back to me," he cried joyously. "But you gave me a terrible start, Mr.
It's kismet!" "And Miss Hampson is also kismet!" said Loveday, leaving her own box and coming to the rescue of Diana's garments, which were being literally pitched into the drawers with no regard at all for their condition. "Look how you're crushing your blouses! Go and sit on the bed, and let me do it. There! What a baby thing you are! You're more like four than fourteen!"
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