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A creature of intuition, Janet had appealed to her from the beginning, arousing first her curiosity, and then the maternal instinct that craved a mind to mould, a soul to respond to her touch.... Mrs. Maturin often talked to Janet of Insall, who had, in a way, long been connected with Silliston. In his early wandering days, when tramping over New England, he used unexpectedly to turn up at Dr.
"Well, you adopt her and I'll marry her," replied Insall, with a smile, as he cut the string from the last bundle of clothing. "You might do worse. It would be a joke if you did !" His friend paused to consider this preposterous possibility. "One never can tell whom a man like you, an artist, will marry." "We've no business to marry at all," said Insall, laughing.
"Thank you, Mister Insall," he said. And Insall, still sitting on his heels, waved his hand. "It is not to mention it," he replied. "Perhaps you may have a clothing store of your own some day who knows!" He looked up at Janet amusedly and then, with a spring, stood upright, his easy, unconscious pose betokening command of soul and body. "I ought to have kept a store," he observed.
"It's curious he didn't mention her having been Ditmar's stenographer," Insall put in. "Was that reticence?" "I hardly think so," Augusta Maturin replied. "It may have been, but the impression I got was of an incapacity to feel the present.
The child had a cough, his extreme thinness was emphasized by the coat he wore, several sizes too large for him. "You come along with me, Marcus, I guess I can fit you out," Insall was saying, when he looked up and saw Janet. "Why, if it isn't Miss Bumpus! I thought you'd forgotten us." "Oh no," she protested. "I wanted to come." "Then why didn't you?"
But I insist on saying she's your type she's the kind of a person artists do dig up and marry only better than most of them, far better." "Dig up?" said Insall. "Well, you know I'm not a snob I only mean that she seems to be one of the surprising anomalies that sometimes occur in what shall I say? in the working-classes. I do feel like a snob when I say that. But what is it?
The weathervane perched on the gable, and veering in the wet breeze, seemed like a live fish swimming in its own element; and through the open window she saw Insall bending over a lathe, from which the chips were flying. She hesitated. Then he looked up, and seeing her, reached above his head to pull the lever that shut off the power. "Come in," he called out, and met her at the doorway.
The experience was beyond him. "That's better," said Insall, as he finished the lacing. "Keep out of the snow, Marcus, all you can. Wet feet aren't good for a cough, you know. And when you come in to supper a nice doctor will be here, and we'll see if we can't get rid of the cough." The boy nodded. He got to his feet, stared down at the shoes, and walked slowly toward the door, where he turned.
"I should rather put it that the strike is in her." "What do you mean, Brooks?" But Insall did not reply. Janet came away from Dey Street in a state of mental and emotional confusion. The encounter with Mrs.
Brocklehurst and Insall she had come in contact with a social stratum hitherto beyond the bounds of her experience; those who belonged to that stratum were not characterized by the possession of independent incomes alone, but by an attitude toward life, a manner of not appearing to take its issues desperately. Ditmar was not like that.
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