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It mixed something with her behaviour to him and to the children which charmed him, and he did not know from what other existing source anything comparable to it could be supplied. Mrs Hopgood seldom went to church. The church, to be sure, was horribly dead, but she did not give that as a reason.
The next morning, after Madge's return, Mrs Cork, the landlady, presented herself at the sitting-room door and 'wished to speak with Mrs Hopgood for a minute. 'Come in, Mrs Cork. 'Thank you, ma'am, but I prefer as you should come downstairs. Mrs Cork was about forty, a widow with no children.
Well, that's a pity; yu'll be falin' low-like." Pasiance tossed her head, snatched up the cat, and ran indoors. I remained staring at Mrs. Hopgood. "Dear-dear," she clucked, "poor lamb. So to spake it's " and she blurted out suddenly, "chuckin' full of wra-ath, he is. Well, there!" My courage failed that evening.
As for Hopgood, we have already mentioned that he had been arrested, and most righteously condemned to a long imprisonment for his share in that unprincipled, audacious conspiracy. A year afterwards, however, it pleased those in authority to send him out into the community again; he was pardoned
There was a vibration in Mr Palmer's voice not perceptible during his vision of the crown of life and of fidelity to death. 'Are you going to stay over Sunday? inquired Mrs Hopgood. 'I am not quite sure; I ought to be back on Sunday evening. My father likes me to be at home on that day. 'Is there not a Mr Maurice who is a friend of your father? 'Oh, yes, a great friend.
Mrs Hopgood was the widow of the late manager in the Fenmarket branch of the bank of Rumbold, Martin & Rumbold, and when her husband died she had of course to leave the Bank Buildings. As her income was somewhat straitened, she was obliged to take a small house, and she was now living next door to the 'Crown and Sceptre, the principal inn in the town.
He must, therefore, content himself with a written explanation to Mrs Caffyn why he could not meet her, and there should be one more effort to make atonement to Madge. This was what went to Mrs Caffyn, and to her lodger: 'DEAR MADAM, Your note has reached me here. I am very sorry that my engagements are so pressing that I cannot leave Germany at present. I have written to Miss Hopgood.
She just turned her head to the wall and sighed; then to poor old Mrs. Hopgood, who was crying her heart out: "Don't cry, Mums, I don't care." When they had gone, she asked for her violin. She made them hold it for her, and drew the bow across the strings; but the notes that came out were so trembling and uncertain that she dropped the bow and broke into a passion of sobbing.
"The sight of means to do ill deeds, makes deeds ill done:" Clapp seemed from that moment to have first taken the idea of the plot; he gradually disclosed his plan to Hopgood, who was quick-witted, a good mimic, and quite clever enough for the purpose.
The dialogue between the two was spoken with much dramatic feeling, and when Ferdinand came to the lines 'Sir, she is mortal, But by immortal Providence she's mine, old Boston, a worthy and wealthy farmer, who sat next to Mrs Hopgood, cried out 'hear, hear! but was instantly suppressed.
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