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Spruce, who was quite stupefied by the sudden crash of misfortune that had fallen upon the household, that she meant to try and do her best to keep everything going on just as Maryllia would wish it kept, "till till she gets better," she faltered sobbingly "and you will help me, dear Mrs. Spruce, won't you?" Whereupon Mrs.
And Maryllia herself, putting on her hat, called Plato to her side, and started off for the village, resolved to make the church her first object of interest, in order to see the wondrous 'Sarky.
He began to tremble with nervous excitement, and Maryllia put her hand soothingly on his arm. "You must sit down, Josey," she said; "You will be so tired standing! Sit down and tell me all about it! What trees are you speaking of? And who is going to cut them down!
Our next-door neighbour is a prig as well as a parson! -isn't it dreadful!" Plato looked up at her with great loving brown eyes and wagged his plumy tail. "I believe he is, and yet yet all the same, I think yes! I think, as soon as a convenient opportunity presents itself, I'll ask him to dinner." The next day Maryllia was up betimes, and directly after breakfast she sent for Mrs. Spruce.
And if so be we're sure the Five Sisters 'ull be saved " "You may be perfectly certain of it," said Maryllia interrupting him with a little gesture of decision "Only you must impress well on Mr. Spruce here, that my orders are to be obeyed." "Beggin' yer pardon, Miss what Spruce is afeard of is that Leach may tell him he's a liar, and may jest refuse to obey.
"You're not a bit like a parson," said Maryllia gravely, studying his face with embarrassing candour and closeness; "You look quite a nice pleasant sort of man." John Walden laughed again, this time with sincere heartiness. Maryllia's eyes twinkled, and little dimples came and went round her mouth and chin.
As a rule Maryllia hated being in a motor-car, but on this occasion she was glad of the swift rush through the air; had the vehicle torn madly down a precipice she would scarcely have cared, so eager was she to get away from the hateful vicinity of Lord Roxmouth. She was angry too angry with Mrs.
They will give you no credit for virtue or honesty in this world, Maryllia, unless you grow ugly and deformed. Then perhaps they will admit you may be good, and they will add 'She has no temptation to be otherwise." "I do not like your code of morality, Eva," said Maryllia, quietly. "Perhaps not, but it's the only one that works in OUR day!" replied Eva, with some heat, "Surely you know that?"
"Tell him, please," said Maryllia, still addressing Bainton, "that he is to meet the agent as arranged at the appointed place to-morrow morning; but that he is not to take any ropes or axes or any men with him. He is simply to say that by Miss Vancourt's orders the trees are not to be touched." These words Bainton dutifully bellowed into Spruce's semi-closed organs of hearing.
And I certainly ought not to have stayed away from home so many years. But it's never too late to mend!" She smiled, and advancing a step or two called "Cicely!" Cicely turned, looking up from beneath her spreading canopy of dark cedar boughs. "Oh, Maryllia, we're having such fun!" she exclaimed "Mr. Adderley is talking words, and I'm talking music! We'll show you how it goes presently!"
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