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Francis was only impelled to pay attention to Miss Phillips by his natural sense of politeness, and by the wish to make the situation of his cousins in the family pleasant, as far as it lay in his power to do so; while Brandon, who had at last struck the key-note of Harriett's character, was astonished to find new proofs of her selfishness and egotism peeping out in the most trifling circumstances.
Grant's sayings and doings, his compliments to herself, and his criticisms of other people, were the staple of Harriett's conversation to the invalid. If the absence of the one and the visits to the other were prolonged, it was just possible that Mrs. Phillips might be more fatigued; but she could not be so much ignored as she was at present. Dr.
She caught the edges of her cloak and spread it wide, and as she did so it changed to wings, her head grew round and covered with feathers, and with a glad cry she sprang from the earth and flew up and away and out of sight through the sunlight. "Why, it's Harriett's canary!" cried Teddy. "And now I must go," said the Counterpane Fairy. Teddy was back in the India-room.
"Not big people, too?" said Brandon, with an expression half comic, half sad. Elsie blushed. Emily came up to her dear friend, Mr. Brandon, and her favourite, Alice. "Aunt Harriett is going to play and sing now, and after that, Alice, you must sing. I like your songs better than Aunt Harriett's twenty times, because I can hear all your words."
"Did you hear the Intermezzo? What a dim religious! We got your old collars." Miriam took the parcel and subsided on to the hearthrug, looking with a new curiosity at Harriett's little, round, firelit face, smiling tightly beneath the rim of her hard felt hat and the bright silk bow beneath her chin. A footstep sounded on the landing and there was a gentle tap on the open door.
Deborah, her daughter, born December 1, 1815. Stephen, her son, born September 1, 1818. Harriett's Grandchildren Bella, the daughter of Adeline born July 5, 1827. Albert, son of Belinda born August 19, 1833. Laurence, son of Betsy born March 1, 1835. Sarah Ann Elizabeth, daughter of Belinda born January 3, 1836. Harriett, daughter of Belinda born December 6, 1838. Harriett Bellinger, her mistress.
Presently she saw Harriett's quizzical eyes and laughed woefully, tweaking at the outstanding margin of the material. "It's all very well," she murmured angrily, "but it's all I've got."... She wished Sarah were there. Sarah would do something, alter it or something. She heard her encouraging voice saying, "You haven't half got it on yet. It'll be all right."
Bart had been when he discovered that they themselves never knew whose voice it was of all four of them unless you saw the person, "but yours is really richer"... it was cheek to say that. "Mimm my!" Suddenly she longed to be gone to have it all over and be gone. She heard the kak-kak of Harriett's wooden heeled slippers across the tiled hall. She glanced down the well of the staircase.
She had high square shoulders and high square hips -her brow was low and her face thin and broad and flat. Her eyes were like the eyes of a dog and her thin-lipped mouth long and straight until it went steadily down at the corners. She wore a large fringe like Harriett's and a thin coil of hair filled the nape of her neck. She played, without music, her face lifted boldly.
Pater knew how hateful all the world of women were and despised them. He never included her with them; or only sometimes when she pretended, or he didn't understand.... Someone was saying "Hi!" a gurgling muffled shout, a long way off. She opened her eyes. It was bright morning. She saw the twist of Harriett's body lying across the edge of the bed. With a gasp she flung herself over her own side.
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