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But what the fearful result of this supposed case would have been, has never been discovered; for Miss Hendy, making a signal to the four representatives of the female sex started out of the room as if she had heard Mr Whalley had the plague, and left the gentlemen to themselves. "De Staël was no match for that wonderful woman," said Mr Bristles, resuming his chair.
If looks could have killed Mr Whalley, Mr Pitskiver's eyes would certainly have been tried for murder; but that matter-of-fact individual was impervious to the most impassioned glances. Miss Hendy sank her face in horror over her plate, and celestial rosy red overspread her countenance; while a look of the most extraordinary nature rewarded Mr Pitskiver for all his efforts in her behalf.
A general laugh followed this sally at the dentist's expense, in the midst of which the gleeman placed his battered harp upon his knee, and began to pick out a melody upon the frayed strings. "Elbow room for Floyting Will!" cried the woodmen. "Twang us a merry lilt." "Aye, aye, the 'Lasses of Lancaster," one suggested. "Or 'St. Simeon and the Devil." "Or the 'Jest of Hendy Tobias."
"Really, Miss Hendy," he said, with his mouth prodigiously distended with codfish "there's no arguing against such eloquence. I must give in." But Miss Hendy, who had probably lunched, determined to accept no surrender. "No," she cried "you shall not give in, till I have overwhelmed you with reasons for your submission.
"I don't believe so noble an intellect was ever enshrined in so beautiful a form before." "Do you think her pretty?" enquired Mr Pitskiver. "Pretty? no, sir beautiful! Here is the finest sort of loveliness the light blazing from within, that years cannot extinguish. I consider Miss Hendy the finest woman in England; and decidedly the most intellectual."
Before she had finished her duties a summons came. Jimmie brought the message, panting as she reached the top of the stairs. "Hurry up, Hendy!" she gasped. "You're one of the distinguished ones, my dear!" "What do you mean?" Miriam began apprehensively as she turned to go. "Oh, Jimmie " she tried to laugh ingratiatingly. "Do tell me what you mean?"
Too simple for words." "You never told us you had any sisters, Hendy," said Jimmie, tapping her on the wrist. "What a pity you're going just as we're getting to know you," Judy smiled shyly and looked on the floor. "Well I'm off with my bundle," announced Gertrude. "To be continued in our next. Think it over, Hendy. Don't desert us. Hurry up, my room. It'll be tea-time before we're straight.
"A sensible girl; but how to get at the father is the thing. I have mentioned a few of the perfections of our friend Miss Hendy to him in a way that I think will stick. If we could get her good word." "Oh, she's very good!" replied Sidsby, "she says I'm far above Lord Byron and Thomas Moore." "Why not? haven't I told you to say, wherever you go, that she is above Corinne?"
"We don't open for business to-day, Hendy." Hendy had shown himself flatly incapable of understanding the Moratorium; what it was or how it worked. Mr Pamphlett, for his part, was uncertain about the details. But he explained them to Hendy.
Know'st thou the place? It is the grave. "Yes, if within that gentle breast Mild pity ever held her sway, Thou'lt weep for one who finds no rest The reason he can never say. "P.S. Miss Hendy is an angel upon earth.
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