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He said: "By the way, Susan, tell your mistress or is it your mother?" Mary Ann shook her head but did not speak. "Oh: you are not Miss Leadbatter?" "No; Mary Ann." She spoke humbly; her eyes were shy and would not meet his. He winced as he heard the name, though her voice was not unmusical. "Ah, Mary Ann! and I've been calling you Jane all along. Mary Ann what?"
It didn't really matter, of course; he didn't suppose Mrs. Leadbatter could exercise any control over Mary Ann, but it was horrible to be discussed by her and Rosie; and then there was that meddlesome vicar, who might step in and make things nasty. Mrs.
Not long after, Lancelot conducted him softly down the dark, silent stairs, holding his bedroom candlestick in his hand, for Mrs. Leadbatter always turned out the hall lamp on her way to bed. The old phrases came to the young men's lips as their hands met in a last hearty grip. "Lebt wohl!" said Lancelot. "Auf Wiedersehen!" replied Peter threateningly.
Mary Ann shook her head, more regretfully than resentfully. "I told you I never go out except for little errands." She had told him, but his attention had been so concentrated on the ungrammatical form in which she had conveyed the information, that the fact itself had made no impression. Now his anger against Mrs. Leadbatter dwindled.
It didn't really matter, of course; he didn't suppose Mrs. Leadbatter could exercise any control over Mary Ann, but it was horrible to be discussed by her and Rosie; and then there was that meddlesome vicar, who might step in and make things nasty. Mrs.
"Yessir, and I've brought you some tea." The room was dark, but darkness seemed to fall on it as she spoke. "But why are you waiting on me, then?" he said slowly. "Don't you know that you that you " "Please, Mr. Lancelot, I wanted to come in and see you." He felt himself trembling. "But Mrs. Leadbatter told me she wouldn't let you do any more work."
Leadbatter paused and turned her head. "His there anything the matter!" she echoed, looking down upon him. "A nice thing when a woman's troubled with hastmer, and brought 'ome 'er daughter to take 'er place, that she should 'ave to start 'untin' afresh!" "Why, is Rosie going away?" he said, immeasurably relieved. "My Rosie! She's the best girl breathing. It's that there Mary Ann!"
From this significant task he was aroused by hearing Mrs. Leadbatter coughing in his sitting-room. He went in with an interrogative look. "Oh, my chest!" said Mrs. Leadbatter, patting it. "It's no use my denyin' of it, sir, I'm done up. It's as much as I can do to crawl up to the top to bed. I'm thinkin' I shall have to make up a bed in the kitchen.
"You'll hexcoose me, sir, but I didn't bargen for that. I'm only a pore, honest, 'ard-workin' widder, and I noticed the last gas bill was 'eavier than hever since that black winter that took pore Mr. Leadbatter to 'is grave.
Why, busts out a-cryin', and sits on the damp stones, and sobs, and sulks, and stares at the suvrin in her hand as if I'd told her of a funeral instead of a fortune!" concluded Mrs. Leadbatter alliteratively. "But you did her brother's death," said Lancelot. "That's what she's crying about." Mrs.
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