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"I never saw such a crowd of pinchers in my life." "Thank you, Harold," Miranda replied politely. She was aware that he was advising her, but the nature of the advice did not reach her mind. She was staring steadily in front of her. Dennis Brown and Harold Jupp looked at one another in alarm. They knew well that sibylline look on the face of Miranda Brown.
Ernest did not pay much heed to these aspersions of Mrs Baxter's. Mrs Jupp had got round the greater number of his many blind sides, and had warned him not to believe Mrs Baxter, whose lip she said was something awful.
"She insists on being married in a violet dress," said Joan, "with the organ playing the 'Funeral March of a Marionette." "Oh, isn't that thrilling!" cried Miranda. "But why does she insist upon these unusual arrangements?" asked Harold Jupp. Joan brushed his question aside. "It was symbolical of her." "Yes. Linda would have done that," said Miranda.
Old Jupp came this morning, just as college was over, and said it: and Williams is in the jolliest rage; going to be left without any one to take the organ. It will just pay him out, for being such a tyrant to us choristers." "Perhaps I am going to take it," returned Arthur. "You? what a cram!" "It is not, indeed," said Arthur. "I shall take it if I can get leave from Mr. Galloway.
Happily Jupp now came to the front and I was able to send him to New York to keep that watch over Mrs. Carew, without which I could not have rested quiet an hour.
"That's because you're such a fine strong man. I find him heavy enough, I can tell you." Jupp positively blushed at her implied compliment. "I ain't much to boast of ag'in a delicate young 'ooman as you," he said at last; "but, sartenly, I can carry a little shaver like this; and, besides, look how the snow's a coming down."
Soon, too, a nice thick column of smoke arose that reminded Conny of what she had read of Indian encampments, although Jupp told her that if he were abroad and near any of such dark-skinned gentry he would take precious good care when making a fire to have as little smoke as possible. "Why?" asked Conny, always anxious for information in order to improve her mind.
I was in the room when he played it once and when I said, 'Oh, Mr Pontifex, that's the kind of woman I am, he said, 'No, Mrs Jupp, it isn't, for this tune is old, but no one can say you are old. But, bless you, he meant nothing by it, it was only his mucky flattery." Like myself, she was vexed at his getting married.
There were a few geraniums in the window and they did not look well. Ernest asked Mrs Jupp if she understood flowers. "I understand the language of flowers," she said, with one of her most bewitching leers, and on this we sent her off till she should choose to honour us with another visit, which she knows she is privileged from time to time to do, for Ernest likes her.
Then, rising after his plunge, with a couple of powerful strokes he reached the unconscious boy, whose struggles had now ceased from exhaustion, and, gripping fast hold of one of his little arms, he towed him ashore. Another second and Jupp would have been too late, Teddy's nearly lifeless little form having already been caught in the whirling eddy of the mill-race.
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