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When she found that Sophia wanted to match some worsteds, she and her shop-woman exchanged sympathetic glances Mrs Howell sighing, with her head on the right side, and Miss Miskin groaning, with her head on the left side. "Are you ill, Mrs Howell?" asked Sophia. "It shook me a little, I confess, ma'am, hearing that you wanted worsteds. We have no relief, ma'am, from ladies wanting worsteds."
"I should hope it is not true," observed Lady Hunter. "Last night, did you say? Early this morning? There has scarcely been time for the news to arrive of a fire at Blickley early this morning." "It is certainly true, however, my lady. No doubt whatever of the catastrophe, I am grieved to say." And Mrs Howell's sighs were sympathetically responded to by Miss Miskin in the back shop.
What wealth can ever compensate him for the haunting fear that on the Last Day he may rise inextricably mingled with thy worthy grandfather? Go, I say, and never venture to approach him any more, or I shall surely act upon this judgment and denude thee quite." The major-domo Cries of 'Miskîn! One said: 'I once ate pig's flesh by mistake, but this man's plight is much more horrible.
There was a glittering row of large, freshly-gilt letters "Miskin, late Howell, Haberdasher, etcetera." Miss Miskin, in the deepest mourning, with a countenance trained to melancholy, was peeping through the ribbons and handkerchiefs which veiled her window, to see whether the Miss Greys were on their way to her or not.
Some low, murmuring, conversation then passed at Mrs Howell's counter, when the words "black servant" alone met Margaret's ear. Hester found nothing that she could wear. The more she pressed for information and assistance about obtaining boots, the more provokingly cool Miss Miskin grew. At last Hester turned to her sister with a hasty inquiry what was to be done.
Sir William looks forward Sir William is very cautious, though, from his intrepidity, some might doubt it. The safety of Deerbrook may very well be left to Sir William." "No doubt, your ladyship, no doubt! We should be really afraid to go to our beds, if we had not Sir William to rely on, as Miss Miskin said to me only this morning.
Mrs Howell cast up her hands and eyes. "How do other ladies manage to obtain their boots before the snow comes, instead of after it has melted?" "Perhaps you will ask them yourself ma'am: I conceive you know all the ladies in Deerbrook. You will find Miss Miskin in that department, ladies, if you wish to investigate."
"Oh, dear, no! not to compare, Miss Grey, with one that we were just allowed the sight of not a mere pattern, but a finished specimen and I never saw anything so pathetic. I declare I was quite affected, and so was Miss Miskin. It was `By the Rivers of Babylon, most sweetly done! There were the harps all in cross-stitch, ma'am, and the willows all in tent-stitch I never saw anything so touching."
She knew that Margaret was exposed to as much observation and inquiry as a country village affords, respecting her disappointed attachment that the Greys were very angry, and praised Margaret to every person they met that Mr Walcot eulogised Mrs Rowland's discernment to all Mrs Rowland's party that Mrs Howell and Miss Miskin lifted up their eyes in thankfulness at Mr Enderby's escape from such a connection that Mr Hope was reported to be rather flat in spirits and that Margaret was certainly looking thin: she knew of all this success, and yet she was not happier than six months ago.
"No relief, day or night," added Miss Miskin. "Day or night! Surely you do not sell worsteds in the night-time?" said Sophia. "Not sell them, ma'am; only match them. The matching them is the trial, I assure you.
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