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And then moving his hat uneasily on his head, he took another. "But it's true enough," looking down on the gravel walk, "we we couldn't expect to keep you." She did not look as if she had noticed the liberty, but she did not look quite like herself, Kedgers thought.
To one man more than to any other had come an almost unspeakable piece of luck through the new arrival a thing which to himself, at least, was as the opening of the heavens. This man was the discouraged Kedgers. Miss Vanderpoel, coming with her ladyship to talk to him, found that the man was a person of more experience than might have been imagined.
Such simple records of servitors' impressions were quite enough for Stornham village, and produced in it a sense of being roused a little from sleep to listen to distant and uncomprehended, but not unagreeable, sounds. One morning Buttle, the carpenter, looked up as Kedgers had done, and saw standing on the threshold of his shop the tall young woman, who was a sensation and an event in herself.
This sheltered wall would hold warmth for a Marechal Niel. "You must take care of it all even if I am not here next year," Miss Vanderpoel said. Kedgers' absorbed face changed. "Not here, miss," he exclaimed. "You not here! Things wouldn't grow, miss." He checked himself, his weather-toughened skin reddening because he was afraid he had perhaps taken a liberty.
Used to seem as if flowers got to be a kind of dream." Kedgers gave vent to a deprecatory half laugh. "Me I was fond of flowers. I wouldn't have asked no better than to live among 'em. Mr. Timson gave me a book or two when his lordship sent him a lot of new ones. I've bought a few myself though I suppose I couldn't afford it."
None of the old-established folk of the blue blood of Springhaven, such as the Tugwells, the Shankses, the Praters, the Bowleses, the Stickfasts, the Blocks, or the Kedgers, would have anything to do with this Association, which had formed itself among them, like an anti-corn-law league, for the destruction of their rights and properties.
I have stood in a potting shed and watched Kedgers fill a shallow box with damp rich mould and scatter over it a thin layer of infinitesimal seeds; then he moistens them and carries them reverently to his altars in a greenhouse. The ledges in Kedgers' green-houses are altars. I think he offers prayers before them. Why not? I should.
"Nay! Nay!" commented Kedgers, shaking his own head doubtfully, even while with admiration. "I've never seen the like before in young women neither in lady young women nor in them that's otherwise." Afterwards had transpired the story of Mrs. Noakes, and the kitchen grate, Mrs. Noakes having a friend in Miss Lupin, the village dressmaker. "I'd not put it past her," was Mrs.
Chancing-for God knows what mystery of reason-to be born one of those having power, one might perhaps set in order a world like Kedgers'. "In the course of twenty years' work under Timson," she said, "you must have learned a great deal from him." "A good bit, miss-a good bit," admitted Kedgers. "If I hadn't ha' cared for the work, I might ha' gone on doing it with my eyes shut, but I didn't. Mr.
As Miss Vanderpoel walked at a light, swinging pace through the one village street the gazers felt with Kedgers that something new was passing and stirring the atmosphere. She looked straight, and with a friendliness somehow dominating, at the curious women; her handsome eyes met those of the men in a human questioning; she smiled and nodded to the bobbing children.
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