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They never asked me what religion that poor thing had followed. 'My dear, said Mrs Milvey, aside to the Reverend Frank, 'I wish you would talk to her. 'My dear, said the Reverend Frank aside to his good little wife, 'I think I will leave it to somebody else. The circumstances are hardly favourable. There are plenty of talkers going about, my love, and she will soon find one.
This very exacting member of the fold appeared to be endowed with a sixth sense, in regard of knowing when the Reverend Frank Milvey least desired her company, and with promptitude appearing in his little hall.
"We give thee hearty thanks for that it hath pleased thee to deliver this our sister out of the miseries of this sinful world." So read the Reverend Frank Milvey in a not untroubled voice, for his heart misgave him that all was not quite right between us and our sister or say our sister in Law Poor Law and that we sometimes read these words in an awful manner, over our Sister and our Brother too.
Yet her engaging face, being an open as well as a perceptive one, was not without her husband's latent smile. 'Mrs Boffin wishes to adopt a little boy, my dear. Mrs Milvey, looking rather alarmed, her husband added: 'An orphan, my dear. 'Oh! said Mrs Milvey, reassured for her own little boys. 'And I was thinking, Margaretta, that perhaps old Mrs Goody's grandchild might answer the purpose.
'No, but I DON'T think Mrs Boffin would like an orphan who squints so MUCH. 'That's true again, said Mr Milvey, becoming haggard with perplexity. 'If a little girl would do 'But, my DEAR Frank, Mrs Boffin wants a boy. 'That's true again, said Mr Milvey.
Some of the Reverend Frank Milvey's brethren had found themselves exceedingly uncomfortable in their minds, because they were required to bury the dead too hopefully. Indeed, the Reverend Frank Milvey was a forbearing man, who noticed many sad warps and blights in the vineyard wherein he worked, and did not profess that they made him savagely wise.
Consequently, when the Reverend Frank had willingly engaged that he and his wife would accompany Lightwood back, he said, as a matter of course: 'We must make haste to get out, Margaretta, my dear, or we shall be descended on by Mrs Sprodgkin. To which Mrs Milvey replied, in her pleasantly emphatic way, 'Oh YES, for she IS such a marplot, Frank, and DOES worry so! Words that were scarcely uttered when their theme was announced as in faithful attendance below, desiring counsel on a spiritual matter.
Bella thought how different from her own sunny little wedding, and wept. Mrs Milvey overflowed with pity, and wept too. The dolls' dressmaker, with her hands before her face, wept in her golden bower. Reading in a low clear voice, and bending over Eugene, who kept his eyes upon him, Mr Milvey did his office with suitable simplicity.
He was my pupil for a long time, and has got on and gone upward rapidly. The name of Hexam. The name of Lizzie Hexam. He seemed to be a shy man, struggling against nervousness, and spoke in a very constrained way. The break he set between his last two sentences was quite embarrassing to his hearer. 'Yes, replied Mr Milvey. 'We are going down to see her. 'I gathered as much, sir.
Bella felt conscious, in spite of her late pledge for herself, that her husband's absence would give disagreeable occasion for surprise to the Milveys. Nor could she appear quite at her ease when Mrs Milvey asked: 'HOW is Mr Rokesmith, and IS he gone before us, or DOES he follow us?
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