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Updated: May 1, 2025
She was determined to find out why he was poking about among her books. "Miss Hatchard's house? Yes she's my cousin and I'm staying there," the young man answered; adding, as if to disarm a visible distrust: "My name is Harney Lucius Harney. She may have spoken of me." "No, she hasn't," said Charity, wishing she could have said: "Yes, she has."
Hatchard's experience, and, securing modest lodgings that evening, he overslept himself and was late at the warehouse next morning for the first time in ten years. His personal effects arrived next day, but no letter came from his wife, and one which he wrote concerning a pair of missing garments received no reply.
Hatchard's experience, and, securing modest lodgings that evening, he overslept himself and was late at the warehouse next morning for the first time in ten years. His personal effects arrived next day, but no letter came from his wife, and one which he wrote concerning a pair of missing garments received no reply.
It was too late to go around to Hamblin, and all the stars were out in a clear sky when they reached the North Dormer valley and drove up to the red house. SINCE her reinstatement in Miss Hatchard's favour Charity had not dared to curtail by a moment her hours of attendance at the library.
Nevertheless, "library days" seemed more than ever irksome to Charity after her vivid hours of liberty; and she would have found it hard to set a good example to her subordinate if Lucius Harney had not been commissioned, before Miss Hatchard's departure, to examine with the local carpenter the best means of ventilating the "Memorial."
To know the truth Charity had only to walk half the length of the village, and knock at the lighted window. She hesitated a minute or two longer, and then turned toward Miss Hatchard's. She walked quickly, straining her eyes to detect anyone who might be coming along the street; and before reaching the Frys' she crossed over to avoid the light from their window.
This fact, perhaps, explains my entire approval of the snubbing which that distinguished man administered to me. Very different, however, was the response of the Archbishop of Canterbury. It was a courteous and dignified epistle, expressing his pleasure at being able to comply with my request, and fifteen handsome octavo volumes of sermons were forthwith forwarded to me from Hatchard's.
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