Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 21, 2025
I expect her memory failed her, or she mislaid her notes. She used to put them in her spectacle-case.... My motor only takes eight minutes to get to the station, Mr. Midmore ... but, as I was saying, whenever she made her will with us, Mrs. Werf always left Rhoda thirty pounds per annum.
Coxen's old mill-dam is likely to go, they say. Come out! 'I told 'em it would when they made a fish-pond of it. 'Twasn't ever puddled proper. But it's a middlin' wide valley. She's got room to spread.... Keep still, or I'll take and duck you in the cellar!... You go 'ome, Mus' Midmore, an' take the law o' Mus' Lotten soon's you've changed your socks. 'Confound you, aren't you coming out?
I'm perfectly safe. She flung herself lightly over a stile, and hurried uphill by the foot-path, out of reach of all but the boasts of the flood below. Rhoda, dead silent, herded Mrs. Sidney to the house. 'You'll find your things laid out on the bed, she said to Midmore as he came up. I'll attend to to this. She's got nothing to cry for.
So true it is, as he read in one of the late Colonel Werf's books, that 'the young man of the present day would sooner lie under an imputation against his morals than against his knowledge of horse-flesh. Midmore desired more than he desired anything else at that moment to ride and, above all, to jump on a ninety-guinea bay gelding with black points and a slovenly habit of hitting his fences.
That Midmore had himself written much the same sort of epistle barring the hint of return to a woman of whom his needs for self-expression had caused him to weary three years before, did not assist him in the least. He expressed himself to the gas-fire in terms essential but not complimentary.
A wide sheet of water hurried up to the little terrace on which the house stood, pushed round either corner, rose again and stretched, as it were, yawning beneath the moonlight, joined other sheets waiting for them in unsuspected hollows, and lay out all in one. A puff of wind followed. 'It's right up to the wall now. I can touch it with my finger. Midmore bent over the window-sill.
Come along! Midmore did not at all like the feel of the water over his boot-tops. 'Hooray! Come along! Miss Sperrit's lantern, not fifty yards away, waved cheerily. The woman threshed towards it like a panic-stricken goose, fell on her knees, was jerked up again by Midmore, and pushed on till she collapsed at Miss Sperrit's feet. 'But you won't get bronchitis if you go straight to Mr.
'It's a record, though, said she, and hummed to herself: 'That flood strewed wrecks upon the grass, That ebb swept out the flocks to sea. 'You're always singing that, aren't you? Midmore said suddenly as she passed into the parlour where slimy chairs had been stranded at all angles. 'Am I? Now I come to think of it I believe I do. They say I always hum when I ride. Have you noticed it?
'But we only sat on cushions on the floor, said her master. 'They're too old for romps, she retorted, 'an' it's only the beginning of things. I've seen what I've seen. Besides, they talked and laughed in the passage going to their baths such as took 'em. 'Don't be a fool, Rhoda, said Midmore. No man unless he has loved her will casually dismiss a woman on whose lap he has laid his head.
It seemed the easiest road to take. 'Any time or other suits me, I reckon. He ain't thrivin' where he is, an' I paid eighteen shillin' for him. He crossed his hands on his stick and gave no further sign of life. 'Is that all? Midmore stammered. 'All now excep'' he glanced fretfully at the table beside him 'excep' my usuals. Where's that Rhoda? Midmore rang the bell.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking