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Armitage, his cook, waiting outside upon the mat, gulped wrath; respirated through open mouth. The clock at Mr. Marrapit's elbow gave the first chime of ten. Instantly Mrs. Armitage tapped. "Enter," said Mr. Marrapit. She waddled her stout figure to him. Behind her Clara and Ada, those trim maids, took place. Mr. Marrapit addressed her. "To-morrow, Mrs. Armitage, arouse your girls at six.
Major gave her answer in the form of two smothered sniffs and a third that, eluding her handkerchief, escaped free and loud a telling sniff that advertised her distress; wrung Mr. Marrapit's emotions. He continued: "Mrs. Major, at a future time we will discuss the painful affair to which you make reference. At present I am too preoccupied by the calamity that has desolated my hearth.
For him also the day was adventure- packed and must lustily be hymned. Entering Mr. Marrapit's study he drew the blinds; upon a telegraph form set Mary's name and her address; pondered; then to these words compressed his great idea: "Go agency this morning. Get name on books. Meet you there. Think can get you situation here. George."
Marrapit's gusty agony. Instead of resisting the torrent, directing its course, he had been caught where it surged fiercest, hurled down-stream. In the vulgar simile of his reflections he was rotting the whole show. But now he had steadied himself. He girded his loins against the part he had to play; with new determination and confidence entered the house.
Towns are blind and deaf; villages have peeping eyes, straining ears, loose mouths, that pry and listen and whisper. Almost upon the hour of twelve there came to the agitated young man's ears a ring that could be none other than hers. He tip-toed to the banisters; peered below. His Mary was ushered in. While she stood behind the maid who tapped on Mr. Marrapit's door, she glanced up.
Marrapit's voice came booming through the fearful atmosphere. "Well?" boomed Mr. Marrapit. The cat beneath George's arm wriggled. Boom and wriggle touched George back to action from the fear into which the invisible something and the fearful panorama of faces had struck him. After all let have happened what might have happened he had the cat!
"Here, Mathers, take this stuff and make a quarter-col. interview out of it." Thus it was in depressed mood that Bill on the following morning opened his Daily. The flaring "Country House Outrage" hit his eye; he read; in two minutes his mood was changed. A sensation at Paltley Hill! At Mr. Marrapit's! Here was his chance! Who better fitted than he to work up this story? Fortunately he knew Mr.
So you watch it. You've made this smoke taste 'orrid-'orrid. No sauce, now; no sauce." By two o'clock the results of Mr. Marrapit's colossal scheme began to pour in. The bowls of milk, gleaming along the wall of Herons' Holt, drew every stray cat within a radius of two miles. Beneath, each armed with a clothes-prop, toiled Mr. Fletcher and Frederick under the immediate generalship of Mr. Marrapit.
Marrapit's household, he floundered thence to a description of the required lady's duties; abandoning that unfinished, splashed to a description of the manner of person for whom he sought. It was his object to paint a character and appearance as near to his Mary's as he could master; to induce Miss Ram to suggest her as likely candidate for the post.
The thud of his landing knocked the breath out of him. In terror he lay lest Mr. Marrapit's answering words should have the form of desperate fellows who would hurl him from his hold, throw him back. "I agree," Mr. Marrapit said. George was drawn to his feet. He could have whooped for joy. "I agree. I have misjudged you. In this matter I lay my trust in you.
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