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Going to college, I presume, Sir Gilbert?" Gibbie looked at Mr. Sclater. "He is going to study with me for a while first," answered the minister. "I am glad to hear it, He could not do better," said Miss Kimble. "Come, girls." And with friendly farewells, she moved on, her train after her, thinking with herself what a boor the young fellow was the young baronet?
All this time he had not happened to discover that the lady who stood at the next counter, not more than a couple of yards from him, was Miss Kimble which was the less surprising in that the lady took some trouble to hide the fact. She extended her purchasing when she saw who was shaking hands with the next stall-keeper, but kept her face turned from him, heard all Mrs.
So you'll manage to get that little sum o' money, and I'll bid you good-bye, though I'm sorry to part." Dunstan was moving off, but Godfrey rushed after him and seized him by the arm, saying, with an oath "I tell you, I have no money: I can get no money." "Borrow of old Kimble." "I tell you, he won't lend me any more, and I shan't ask him." "Well, then, sell Wildfire." "Yes, that's easy talking.
"Go away, boy! What do you mean by such impertinence?" cried the outraged Miss Kimble, changing her thrust, and poking in his chest the parasol with which she had found it impossible actually to assail his smiling countenance. Such a strange looking creature! He could not be in his sound senses, she thought.
When they met Miss Kimble and her "young ladies," they were on their way from the coach-office to the minister's house in Daur Street. Gibbie knew every corner, and strange was the swift variety of thoughts and sensations that went filing through his mind.
The doctor and his wife, uncle and aunt Kimble, were there, and the annual Christmas talk was carried through without any omissions, rising to the climax of Mr. Kimble's experience when he walked the London hospitals thirty years back, together with striking professional anecdotes then gathered.
"Why, do you think, I made a man of you? Why did I force you up and up and over the heads of others? Why are you in line for the best position on the railroad? Did you think you had made good by your own efforts?" She laughed harshly. "I took Runnels and Wade and Kimble and the others that you liked and forced them up with you, so you'd have an organization that couldn't be pulled down."
The ceremony over, Ginevra glided from the room, and returned almost immediately in her little brown bonnet. Sir Gilbert caught up his hat, and Ginevra held out her hand to Miss Kimble. Then at length the abashed and aggrieved lady found words of her own. "Ginevra!" she cried, "you are never going to leave me alone in the house! after inviting me to stay with you till your father returned!"
In the January of 1636 a return was made of the payments for ship-money from the village of Great Kimble at the foot of the Chilterns round which his chief property lay, and at the head of those who refused to pay stood the name of John Hampden. For a while matters moved slowly; and it was not till the close of June that a Council warrant summoned the High Sheriff to account for arrears.
Kimble came out. He went forward to meet his uncle, prepared to suppress the agitation he must feel, whatever news he was to hear. "I waited for you, as I'd come so far," he said, speaking first. "Pooh, it was nonsense for you to come out: why didn't you send one of the men? There's nothing to be done. She's dead has been dead for hours, I should say."
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