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"You wouldn't care to ask some people to dinner one of these days the right kind of people?" "Yes, yes; we'll do that. I must warn you not to talk much about art, and above all not to play the piano. It would make a bad impression." "All right. How shall I deal with Liversedge? I go there this evening, you remember." "Sound him, if opportunity offers. No hurry, you know.
She was merely asked to describe in what way the unfortunate lady had left the house. In Glazzard and Mrs. Wade, Denzil of course reposed perfect confidence. Northway, if need were, could and should be bought off. Toby Liversedge got wind of the scandal in circulation, and his rage knew no bounds.
Cartwright was the owner of a factory called Rawfolds, in Liversedge, not beyond the distance of a walk from Roe Head. He had dared to employ machinery for the dressing of woollen cloth, which was an unpopular measure in 1812, when many other circumstances conspired to make the condition of the mill-hands unbearable from the pressure of starvation and misery. Mr.
"Do you know of any good house to let in or near the town?" inquired Denzil of his sister the next morning, as they chatted after Toby's departure to business. "A house! What do you want with one?" "Oh, I must have a local habitation the more solid the better." Mrs. Liversedge examined him. "What is going on, Denzil?" "My candidature that's all. Any houses advertised in this rag?"
I chose to get married in my own way. You, Mrs. Wade, are not likely to find fault with me for that." "Oh dear no!" she answered, with friendly indifference. "I am told you see a good deal of the Liversedges?" She nodded. "Does my sister give any promise of reaching higher levels? Or is she a hopeless groveller?" "Mrs. Liversedge is the kind of woman I can respect, independently of her views."
Liversedge stood up, and Quarrier talked with him in brief, grave sentences. Then a second lantern was lighted by the boatman, and presently the dragging began. Wrapped in a long cloak, Mrs. Wade stood at a distance, out of sight of the water, but able to watch Denzil. When cold and weariness all but overcame her, she first leaned against the trunk of a tree, then crouched there on the ground.
She invited Denzil to bring his wife, and dwell for the present under the Liversedge roof, but her brother preferred to wait. "I don't like makeshifts; we must go straight into our own house; the dignity of the Radical candidate requires it." So the work glowed, and as little time as possible was spent over its completion.
The Examiner, chuckled, and hasn't done referring to the matter yet." Apart with Lilian, Mrs. Liversedge had begun to talk of the society of Polterham. She did not try to be witty at the expense of her neighbours, but confessed with a sly smile that literature and the arts were not quite so well appreciated as might be wished. "You are a serious student, I know very learned in languages.
If He have given them to another sower of seed, by all means let them go to him as fast as they can." "Mr Liversedge, I do believe," Ambrose drew his chair back an inch "I do almost think you must be a a Calvinist." "It is not catching, I assure you, Mr Catterall." "But are you?" "That depends on what you mean. I certainly do not go blindly over hedge and ditch after the opinions of John Calvin.
"Quite without reference to the political topic." The others murmured an approval. "Eustace well again?" asked Quarrier. "He went home with a bad headache last night." "He'll be here," answered Mr. Glazzard, laconically. "Liversedge, a word with you." The two stepped apart and conversed under cover of the chat that went on in front of the fire. Mr.
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