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The trim lady-secretary, however, bent forward with an air of annoyance. She had not, perhaps, realised that Mrs. Dickson was so much of a character. "If they cotch Mr. Butterford, they'll make 'im pay up smart for lettin yer do such a thing as make knickers in 'is 'ouse. So I asks the lidy, Wot's ter become o' me an the little uns?
On Saturday she went to Lambeth, where she had the pleasure and honor of shaking hands with the Archbishop of Canterbury in his study, and of looking about the palace with Mrs. Benson. On Sunday she went to the Abbey, and heard "a broad and liberal sermon" from Archdeacon Farrar. Our young lady-secretary stayed and dined with her, and after dinner sang to her.
Sir Jervis will introduce you to plaster casts of hideous Indian idols; he will keep you writing for him, without mercy, from morning to night; and when he does let you go, old Miss Redwood will find she can't sleep, and will send for the pretty young lady-secretary to read to her. My husband I am sure you will like. He is a respectable man, and bears the highest character.
An I don't want no shops, thank yer!" She rambled on a little longer, then, at a sign from the lady-secretary, made a grinning curtsy to the audience and departed. "What do they get out of that?" said Watton, in Tressady's ear "Poor galley-slave in praise of servitude!" "Her slavery keeps her alive, please." "Yes and drags down the standard of a whole class!" "You'll admit she seemed content?"
On Saturday she went to Lambeth, where she had the pleasure and honor of shaking hands with the Archbishop of Canterbury in his study, and of looking about the palace with Mrs. Benson. On Sunday she went to the Abbey, and heard "a broad and liberal sermon" from Archdeacon Farrar. Our young lady-secretary stayed and dined with her, and after dinner sang to her.
It was inevitable that unimaginative Tommy Dudgeon should at first dismiss the possibility that little wild-flower Marian should have returned in the person of the lady-secretary. But, none the less, the sight of the secretary had brought back to him the vision of little Marian as he had seen her last; and thenceforth he was supplied with matter for much perplexing thought.
John began, but before he could finish his sentence, the door of the editor's room was opened by the lady-secretary. "Good-morning, Mr. MacDermott!" said the editor, reaching for the telephone receiver. "But I haven't finished yet," John protested. "I have." He tapped the handle of the telephone.
"Well, I daresay there's a vast lot of folk in this city who do business across there. Um! smart little woman that, and no doubt as clever as she's smart. I'd like to know " "I say!" he whispered, with a side glance at The Times-reading old gentleman, "you remember me telling you yesterday about the lady-secretary of Fullaway's Mrs. Marlow? what a smart bit she looked to be. Eh?"
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