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Not that Aunt Maria had been informed of the precise circumstances of the death; she was not clearly aware that Mr. Baines had died through a piece of neglect. But, like Mr. Critchlow, she was convinced that there had been only one person in the world truly capable of nursing Mr. Baines. Beyond the family, no one save Mr. Critchlow and Dr. Harrop knew just how the martyr had finished his career.
"Would you believe it?" said he. "He spoke to me about nothing much but the trust, but somehow my stomach seemed quieter at once. The sinking just HERE, you know was dreadful before he came up, and the brandy was no good. It was a something in his way that did it." Dr. Midleton was obliged to call on Mrs. Fairfax as a newcomer. He found Mrs. Harrop there, and Mrs.
Prior to that, Miss Harrop had also passed out of Clara's ken, driven by restlessness to try another school, away from London. These losses appeared to affect Clara unfavourably. She began to neglect her books, to be insubordinate, to exhibit arrogance, which brought down upon her plenty of wholesome reproof. Her father was not without a share in the responsibility for it all.
No one thought of inquiring what she had been doing there at the time, but room was made for her at the supper-table next to Sampson Harrop, while the good steward, patting her on the head, filled her a cup of canary with his own hand, and gave her some cates to eat. "Ey dunna see Alizon" observed the little girl, looking round the table, after she had drunk the wine.
The next afternoon the sisters, in the drawing-room, saw Dr. Stirling's motor-car speeding down the Square. The doctor's partner, young Harrop, had died a few years before at the age of over seventy, and the practice was much larger than it had ever been, even in the time of old Harrop.
A priest should not make himself cheap and common. He should be representative of sacred interests superior to the ordinary interests of life." "I am grateful to you, madam, very grateful to you for these observations. They are as just as they are unusual. I sincerely hope that we " But there was a knock at the door. "Come in." It was Mrs. Harrop. "Your bell rang, Mrs.
I must turn and go back." "I will go with you." "Thank you: I should detain you: I have to make a call on business at the White House. Good morning." They parted. Dr. Midleton presently met Mrs. Jenkins of Deadman's Rents, who was going to the White House to do a day's washing. A few steps further he met Mr. Harrop in his gig, who overtook Mrs. Fairfax.
Nobody wanted further proof. No Langborough lady needed any proof if a reputation was to be blasted. "It's an alibi," said Mrs. Harrop. "That's what Tom Cranch the poacher did, and he was hung." "An alias, I believe, is the correct term," said Miss Tarrant.
A middle-aged man was crossing the road from Boulton Terrace, the lofty erection of new shops which the envious rest of the Square had decided to call "showy." He waved a hand to Mrs. Baines, who kept the door open. "It's Dr. Harrop," she said to Constance. "I shouldn't be surprised if that baby's come at last, and he wanted to tell Mr. Povey." Constance blushed, full of pride. Mrs.
Having delivered this speech in as good set phrase as he could command, and being the parish clerk and schoolmaster to boot, Sampson Harrop by name, he was somewhat more polished than the rest of the hinds; and having, moreover, received a gracious response from the May Queen, who condescendingly replied that she was quite ready to accompany him, he took her hand, and led her ceremoniously to the door, whither they were followed by the others.
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