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Updated: May 9, 2025
"I've been thinking it over, m'm," said Amy, with dignity, "and I see as I must leave." There was a pause. "Well, you know best. ... Good night, Amy." "Good night, m'm." "She's a decent woman," thought Sophia, "but hopeless for this place now."
Annie's eyes were clear and mendacious. "He never ought to have left it," said Fanny. "No, ma'am. No more he oughtn't." "Isn't she very sorry about it?" "Yes, m'm. She's frettin' something awful. You see, 'tesn't so much the house, though 'tes a better one than the one they're in, 'tes the garden. All that fruit and vegetable what uncle he put in himself, and them lavender bushes.
I don't need any," he replied, in a slow drawl. "I tried to borrow one from Sam Smalley, but they're all usin' theirs. I'd jest as soon set here." There was something singularly attractive in his voice a simplicity and candor like a child's, and a suggestion of weakness that went straight to Ida's tender heart. "But you'll get cold." "Oh, no m'm; I'm used to it.
I'll ask when the waiter comes." "You don't mean " A tap, and the door opened. "Tea, m'm? yes, m'm," said the waiter. "One minute," said Phipps. "Was a lady in grey, a cycling lady " "Stopped here yesterday? Yessir. Stopped the night. With her brother, sir a young gent." "Brother!" said Mrs. Milton, in a low tone. "Thank God!" The waiter glanced at her and understood everything.
Of course, at first it was an intercourse infinitely tedious and exasperating, but imperceptibly it has grown to comprehension. And my patience has grown to meet its limitations, Phi-oo it is who does all the talking. He does it with a vast amount of meditative provisional 'M'm M'm' and has caught up one or two phrases, 'If I may say, 'If you understand, and beads all his speech with them.
"I know a few things yet, Miss Eve," he chuckled, picking up his old black leather bag. "Just a moment, please," begged Eve. "Did he ever tell you that he wanted me to take some of Cousin Edward's money?" "M'm, yes, he did tell me that," responded the Doctor cautiously. "But that's nothing against him." "N-no, I know it isn't. And he said says he will have his way."
"What is it, Sadie?" "If you please, m'm, cook says have you got the flags for the sandwiches?" "The flags for the sandwiches, Sadie?" echoed Mrs. Sheridan dreamily. And the children knew by her face that she hadn't got them. "Let me see." And she said to Sadie firmly, "Tell cook I'll let her have them in ten minutes." Sadie went.
"Well," said the waiter, and thought. "His moustache, m'm, was scarcely long scrubby more, and young looking." "About thirty-five, he was?" "No, m'm. More like five and twenty. Not that." "Dear me!" said Mrs. Milton, speaking in a curious, hollow voice, fumbling for her salts, and showing the finest self-control. "It must have been her YOUNGER brother must have been."
In the afternoon, as husband and wife were together in the drawing-room, there was a knock at the door. "Come in!" she called out. One of the women who had witnessed the adventure with the bull came in, holding in her hand the lawyer's gold chain. "I believe this belongs to you, M'm," she said hesitatingly.
"Thus he would discourse. Imagine him explaining his artist. "'M'm M'm he if I may say draw. Eat little drink little draw. Love draw. No other thing. Hate all who not draw like him. Angry. Hate all who draw like him better. Hate most people. Hate all who not think all world for to draw. Angry. M'm. All things mean nothing to him only draw. He like you ... if you understand.... New thing to draw.
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