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Constance, however, felt jealous of Miss Insull; she was conscious of a slight antipathy towards the faithful one. She did not care to be in the hands of Miss Insull. There were one or two customers at the millinery counter. They greeted her with a deplorable copiousness of tact.
I had never seen one, and did not know how it worked, with the result that we soon burned up the babbitt metal in the bearings and spent a good part of the night getting them in order. The next day Mr. Edison, Mr. Insull, and the chief engineer of the construction department appeared on the scene and wanted to know what had happened.
Her blue frock was torn, and over it she wore a rough brown apron, caught up at one corner to the waist. Her bare forearms were of brick-red colour. "What is it?" demanded the assistant. Miss Insull looked over her shoulder across the shop. "It must be Maggie's Mrs. Hollins's daughter!" said Miss Insull under her breath.
These works were owned by me and my assistants until sold to the Edison General Electric Company. At one time we employed several thousand men; and since then the works have been greatly expanded. "At these new works our orders were far in excess of our capital to handle the business, and both Mr. Insull and I were afraid we might get into trouble for lack of money. Mr.
And while Miss Insull and Samuel combined pounds, shillings, and pence, whispering at great speed, she bent over the delicate, intimate, wasteful handiwork, drawing the needle with slow exactitude. Then she would raise her head and listen. "Excuse me," said Miss Insull, "I think I hear baby crying." "And two are eight and three are eleven. He must cry," said Mr. Povey, rapidly, without looking up.
Miss Insull was also present, in shop-black, 'to help. Lastly there was Amy, now as the years passed slowly assuming the character of a faithful retainer, though she was only twenty- three. An ugly, abrupt, downright girl, with convenient notions of pleasure!
"So it's you!" he said, in his unpleasant, grating voice, not even glancing at Miss Insull. He had gained the reputation of being the rudest old man in Bursley. But his general demeanour expressed indifference rather than rudeness. It was a manner that said: "You've got to take me as I am. I may be an egotist, hard, mean, and convinced; but those who don't like it can lump it. I'm indifferent."
Critchlow, impatiently, and he moved towards the house-door of the shop, behind the till. "Come where? What do you want?" Constance demanded in a maze. "Here!" said Mr. Critchlow, with increasing impatience. "Follow me, will ye?" Constance obeyed. Miss Insull sidled after Constance, and the dog after Miss Insull. Mr.
He jerked his head in the direction of Miss Insull. The dog had leisurely strolled forward to inspect the edges of the fiance's trousers. Miss Insull summoned the animal with a noise of fingers, and then bent down and caressed it. A strange gesture proving the validity of Charles Critchlow's discovery that in Maria Insull a human being was buried!
The baby pushed everything else on to another plane. He was a terrific intruder; not one minute of her old daily life was left; he made no compromise whatever. If she turned away her gaze from him he might pop off into eternity and leave her. And now she was calmly and sensibly giving him suck in presence of Miss Insull.
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