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"She thinks she's mighty fine, don't she?" whispered my one-eyed friend. The boss halted at the truck, and the queen looked up with ill-feigned surprise, as if she hadn't known for five minutes that he was in the room. He seemed the personification of prosperous, ignorant vulgarity, and his manner, as he swept his eye carelessly over his queen's subjects, was one of good-natured insolence.
It was the same every year. By the time the week of retreat arrived, interest and mystery had been frothed to the point of indiscretion; so that the little girls would stand on tiptoe to peep through the shutters at the postulants inside, and even the larger girls, to whom first communion was a thing of an infantile past, would condescend to listen to their reports with ill-feigned indifference.
'Do my hi's deceive me! cried Mr. Bumble, with ill-feigned enthusiasm, 'or is that little Oliver? Oh O-li-ver, if you know'd how I've been a-grieving for you 'Hold your tongue, fool, murmured Mrs. Bumble. 'Isn't natur, natur, Mrs. Bumble? remonstrated the workhouse master.
When these 'baleful creatures, as Carlyle would have called them, have lit upon any passage indicative of conceit or jealousy or spite, they have fastened upon it and screamed over it, with a pleasure but ill-concealed and with a horror but ill-feigned.
The embittered woman retired early, and without phrases. As she did so, I casually noticed that the bed-room was bisected by a partition, with a curtained doorway. "Ever try your hand at literature, Rory?" I presently asked, remembering Williamson's remark. "Well, A ken har'ly say No, an' A ken har'ly say Yis," replied Rory, with ill-feigned humility.
At the same time a tinge of ineffectual malice and envy appeared through her ill-feigned humility. She could give no opinion of any book oh, she would not give any judgment for the whole world! She did not think herself qualified to speak, even if she had read the book, which indeed she had not, for, really, she never read she was not a reading lady. As Miss Hunter had no portion of Mrs.
"Go to your room, sir," said Mr. Faringfield, in his sternest tone, looking his anger out of eyes as hard as steel. This meant for Master Ned no supper, and probably much worse. "Please, sir, I didn't do anything," answered Ned, with ill-feigned surprise. "She fell and hurt her arm." Fanny did not deny this, but she was no liar, and could not confirm it.
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