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Updated: April 30, 2025
To Brandon, Harriett Phillips's conduct appeared ill-bred and mean; he could not help contrasting her with Elsie Melvlle, and acknowledging that the latter was the real gentlewoman. He began also to observe a certain imperiousness in Harriett's manner to Elsie herself, which struck him as being particularly ungraceful, and the old pity began to reawake the old love.
She had tried to look vague and sad and to murmur something in spite of the bull's-eye in her cheek and had suddenly noticed as they stood grouped that Harriett's little sugar-loaf hat was askew and her brown eye underneath it was glaring fixedly at the vicar above the little knob in her cheek and how they somehow got away and went, gently reeling and colliding, moaning and gasping down the road out of hearing.
She almost laughed once or twice when she met an eye and thought how funny she must look "tearing along" with her long, thick, black jacket bumping against her.... She would leave it off to-morrow and go out in a blouse and her long black lace scarf. She imagined Harriett at her side Harriett's long scarf and longed to do the "crab walk" for a moment or the halfpenny dip, hippety-hop.
Brandon was completely at a discount, and as fairly out of the circle of Harriett's probable future life at Ashfield as if he had sailed for Australia. Good-Bye
I do not suppose that she can enlighten me much, but as Stanley's wife I owe her that courtesy." So Harriett, with a condescending smile, took leave of her admirer. Mrs. Phillips was in an exceedingly bad humour, but she made no objection to Harriett's going away.
Melbourne did not at all come up to Harriett's expectations, though what she had expected it would have been difficult to tell. She had wished to go to Victoria because it would be a novelty to her it would be so different from England that it would be amusing but every difference that she observed, and she was very quick in observing such things, was always for the worse.
Then he turned to the pretty dream and took her by the hand, and her face shone as brightly as one of her own bubbles. Together they ran into Harriett's room, and there she lay in her little white bed, with her eyes closed and her curls spread out over the pillow, and when they came in she smiled in her sleep. The dream shook the bubbles above the bed, and the dimples came into Harriett's cheeks.
Unperceived, she eyed the tiny stiff plait of hair which stuck out almost horizontally from the nape of Harriett's neck, and watched her combing out the tightly-curled fringe standing stubbily out along her forehead and extending like a thickset hedge midway across the crown of her head, where it stopped abruptly against the sleekly-brushed longer strands which strained over her poll and disappeared into the plait.
She went about dimpling and responding, singing and masquerading as her large hands did their work. She intoned the titles on her own shelf as a response to the quiet swearing and jesting accompanying Harriett's occupations. "The Voyage of the Beeeeeeagle," she sang "Scott's Poetical Works." Villette Longfellow Holy Bible with Apocrypha Egmont "Binks!" squealed Harriett daintily.
It's something I am, somehow. Oh, do stay," she said, "do be like that always." She sighed and turned away saying in Harriett's voice, "Oo crumbs! This is no place for me." The sky seen from the summer-house was darker still. There were no massed clouds, nothing but a hard even dark copper-grey, and away through the gap the distant country was bright like a little painted scene.
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