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I will therefore have him put somewhere else, and sub-let the cottage to Mr and Mrs Pax. Lastly, you shall give up your insane notion of living alone, come here, with all your belongings, and take up your abode with me for ever." "That's a long time, dear Maria," said Miss Lillycrop, with a little smile. "Not too long, by any means, Lilly.
But with the exception of these excusable touches of selfishness, Miss Lillycrop ignored herself systematically, and devoted her time, talents, and means, to the welfare of mankind. Beside a trim little tea-table set for three, she sat one evening with her hands folded on her lap, and her eyes fixed on the door as if she expected it to make a sudden and unprovoked assault on her.
Re-issuing instantly therefrom with singed hair and glaring eyes, he found Miss Lillycrop lying on her back in a faint, where the fire and smoke had floored her. To gather her up and dash into the street was the work of a moment. Scarcely less rapid was the rush of the fire, which, having been richly fed and long pent up in the cellar, now dashed up the staircases like a giant refreshed.
"Thank you, sir," said Tottie, and hurried home in a species of heavenly contemplation of the enormous sum she had accumulated. When Solomon Flint returned home that night he found Miss Lillycrop seated beside old Mrs Flint, shouting into her deafest ear. She desisted when Solomon entered, and rose to greet him. "I have come to see my niece, Mr Flint; do you expect her soon?"
If you see Miss Lillycrop, tell her I've gone to the village, and won't be back for an hour." So saying, Miss Stivergill walked down the lane with masculine strides, leaving Tottie pleased, and her father smiling. "I don't want no beer, Tot," said the latter. "But you go to the cottage and fetch me that dear little dog.
"The loaf and butter, ma'am," said Tottie, announcing these articles at the door as if they were visitors. "Hush, child; leave them in the kitchen till I ask for them," said Miss Lillycrop with a quiet laugh. "My little maid is such an original, Mr Aspel."
"Please, sir," she said, entering, "I didn't like to interrupt you, but Miss Lillycrop sent me to say that there was a strange smell of singein' in the 'ouse, an' would Mr Aspel be so kind as to come and try to find out where it was, as she didn't understand such things." "Smell of singeing, child!" exclaimed Aspel, rising at once and putting on his coat and hat.
These, when full, were seized by two attendants, dragged away, and replaced by empty ones. Suddenly the upper lip of the slit, or postal mouth, rose. "Oh, May, look!" exclaimed Miss Lillycrop eagerly. Not only the eyes but the heads and shoulders of the moving public now became visible to those inside, while the intermittent spurts became gradually a continuous shower of letters.
"What would you make of that address, now?" said Mr Bright, presenting a letter to Miss Lillycrop for inspection. "It looks like Cop Cup no it begins with a C at all events. What think you of it, May?" said the puzzled lady. "It seems to me something like Captain Troller of Rittler Bunch," said May, laughing. "It is quite illegible." "Not quite," said one of the blind officers, with a smile.
Here the chaos of letters, books, papers, etcetera, was being reduced to order the whole under the superintendence of a watchful gentleman, on a raised platform in the centre, who took good care that England should not only expect, but also be assured, that every man and boy did his duty. Miss Lillycrop glanced at the clock opposite. It was a quarter to seven.
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