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The frightened tire-woman tried to excuse herself. "But my fair lady," she stammered, "what have I done? I have said no more than I heard." "You would dare!" repeated the lady in a choking voice. "You, a graceless baggage, a foolish lack-brain, with no thought above the hemming of shifts. And he so kindly and hendy and long-suffering! You would ha, you may well flee the room!"
"Business as usual!" said Mr Pamphlett heartily to his clerk Mr Hendy, as he let himself in at 9.40 by the side door of the Bank. Mr Hendy lived on the premises, which his wife served as caretaker, with a "help" to do the scrubbing. Mr Hendy, always punctual, stood ready in the passage, awaiting his master.
Mr Bristles gave a warm squeeze to the delighted musician's enormous fingers and all the company were enchanted with the liberality and condescension of the celebrated author, and the humility and gratitude of the musical phenomenon, who could not find words to express his gratification. Miss Hendy was also profuse in her praises.
The female philosopher, with the assistance of Mr Bristles, descended from her lofty pedestal, and looked unutterable basilisks at the open-mouthed Mæcenas, who turned his eyes from the wooden box to Miss Hendy, and from Miss Hendy to the wooden box, without trusting himself with a word of either explanation or enquiry.
Why, don't we get possession of mamma's fortune if he marries; and can't we oh, you've squeezed my ring into my finger!" "My dear Sophy, I was only trying to show you how much I admired your spirit. I hope he'll marry Miss Hendy with all my heart."
Jimmie turned and raised a plump hand with a sharply-quirked little finger and a dangle of lace-edged handkerchief. "You're a swell, my dear. You're in with the specials and the classic knot." "What do you mean?" "You're going to read Gerty, or something no idiots admitted. You're going it, Hendy. Ta-ta. Fly! Don't stick in the mud, old slowcoach."
"Oh! you shouldn't talk that way of Miss Hendy who knows but she may be my mamma soon?" "He can never be such a confounded jackass!" said Mr Sidsby, without giving a local habitation or a name to the personal pronoun he.
Then he returned to his private office, pausing by the rack in the passage to draw from the tail pocket of his frock-coat there a folded copy of The Western Morning News. There was something furtive in his action: he would have started guiltily had he been surprised in it, even by the meek Hendy. Business well, business could not be altogether as usual in these times.
She finished the passage Fraulein quietly commended her reading and Minna said something about her earnestness. "Miss Henderson is always a little earnest," said Fraulein affectionately. "Are you dressed, Hendy?" Miriam, who had sat up in her bath when the drumming came at the door, answered sleepily, "No, I shan't be a minute." "Don't you want to see the diving?"
Miss Hendy said this with considerable vehemence, and darted a look of the same extraordinary nature as had puzzled Mr Pitskiver at dinner, full in the face of that enraptured gentleman. "Oh, 'pon my soul, she's a very fine woman!" he said almost audibly; and again the commendations of Mr Bristles recurred to his thoughts "and has such a fund of eloquence.
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