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Updated: June 20, 2025
For some time both ladies lay perfectly still; the hostess enjoying that placid period which precedes slumber; the guest quaking with fear caused by the thoughts that the recent conversation had raised. Presently Miss Lillycrop raised herself on one elbow, and glared in the direction of her friend's bed so awfully that her eyes all but shone in the dark.
I kiss that delicious creature every night on the forehead before going to bed, but the undemonstrative thing does not seem to reciprocate. However, I cannot help that." Miss Lillycrop was right, she could not help it. She was overflowing with the milk of human kindness, and, rather than let any of that valuable liquid go to waste, she poured some of it, not inappropriately, on the thankless cat.
Miss Lillycrop sat bolt up in her bed, transfixed with horror, and could dimly see her friend spring from her couch and dart across the room like a ghostly phantom. "Lilly, if you scream," said Miss Stivergill, in a voice so low and stern that it caused her blood to curdle, "I'll do something awful to you. Get up!" The command was peremptory. Miss Lillycrop obeyed.
It is not written anywhere, I believe, that a boy may not marry a baby, nevertheless " "But she's not a baby," broke in Miss Lillycrop. "Tottie is seventeen now, and Pax is twenty-four. But this is not the half of what I have to tell you.
In order to account for this cry, we must state that Miss Lillycrop, desirous of acquiring an appetite for dinner by means of a short walk, left Rosebud Cottage and made for the dell, in which she expected to meet May Maylands and her companions. Taking a short cut, she crossed a field. Short cuts are frequently dangerous. It proved so in the present instance.
"Here, catch hold of the bell-handle so. Your other hand there keep the tongue fast in it, and don't ring till I give the word." Miss Lillycrop was perfect in her docility. A large tin tea-tray hung at the side of Miss Stivergill's bed. Beside it was a round ball with a handle to it. Miss Lillycrop had wondered what these were there for. She soon found out.
"I think of going to see Philip Maylands, who, I am given to understand by Miss Lillycrop, was once an intimate friend of Aspel. Do you happen to know his address?" "Yes, he lives with his mother now, but it's of no use your going to his home to-night. You are aware that this is Christmas eve, and all the officials of the Post-Office will be unusually busy.
You've no idea, ma'am, what a lot o' queer things get mixed up in the mail-bags out of bust letters and packages all along of people puttin' things into flimsy covers not fit to hold 'em. "We're very partickler, Miss Lillycrop, in regard to these things," continued Solomon, with a touch of pride.
Fulfil 'em when you come back. At all events," she continued, seeing that Miss Lillycrop still hesitated, "come for a night or two." "But " "Come now, Lilly" thus she styled her friend "but give me no buts. You know that you've no good reason for refusing." "Indeed I have," pleaded Miss Lillycrop; "my little servant " "What, the infant who opened the door to me?"
The total number of letters, post-cards, newspapers, etcetera, that passed through the Post-Offices of the kingdom last year was fourteen hundred and seventy-seven million eight hundred and twenty-eight thousand two hundred! What d'ye make o' that, ma'am?" "Mr Flint, I just make nothing of it at all," returned Miss Lillycrop, with a placid smile.
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