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She was bleached by being so much indoors, and looked very fragile in the costly simplicity of her black draperies as she entered. Mrs. Beale and Edith received her affectionately, and Sir Mosley rose and transferred his scrutinizing gaze to her while they were so occupied.
There were deep lines of suffering marked upon it, and her eyes glittered feverishly, but otherwise she was gray and ghastly, and old. It was the horrible look of age that impressed Angelica. There were three gentlemen present, the bishop, Dr. Galbraith, and Sir Mosley Menteith. Edith was looking at her father.
Edith responded, and then they drew apart from the rest, and began to talk to each other exclusively. There was a bright tinge of colour in her transparent cheeks, her eyes sparkled, and a pleased perpetual smile hovered about her lips. The entrance of Sir Mosley Menteith had changed the unemotional feminine atmosphere.
It should have been running about by that time, but it was small and rickety, with bones that bent beneath its weight, slight as it was. Edith had looked at it first with some interest, but its unhealthy appearance repelled her. She managed, however, to speak to the girl about it kindly. "What is your baby's name?" she asked. "Mosley Menteith," was the answer.
He was leaning back in a low chair, paunch protuberant, and little legs crossed; and he answered the look with a smile which was meant to be encouraging, but was only disturbed. He was a perfect coward, this ruler of a great diocese, in matters which were of moment to the health and well-being of his own family; he hated to have to decide for them. "Why not come to Malta?" Sir Mosley suggested.
Of these, in Ashton-under- Lyne, Dukinfield, and Mosley, there are fifty-three mills, Blackburn fifty- seven, Bolton forty-two, Burnley twenty-five spinning manufactories, at Heywood twenty-eight mills, Oldham one hundred and fifty-eight, Preston thirty-eight, Staley Bridge twenty, Stockport forty-seven mills, Warrington only four, Manchester seventy-eight.
The bishop came in during the little diversion caused by handing tea and cake to Mrs. Orton Beg. "Ah, how do you do?" he said, shaking hands with the latter. "How is the foot? Better? That's right. Oh! is that you, Mosley? I beg your pardon, my dear boy" here they shook hands "I did not see you at first. Very glad you've come, I'm sure. How is your mother? Not with your regiment, eh?"
She felt as if the terrible dream from which she had awakened that morning in affright had happened in some other state of being which ended abruptly while she was pacing the shady walks of the old palace garden with Mosley Menteith in the afternoon, and was now only to be vaguely recalled.
He had his hat in his hand, and there was a shade of weariness or depression on his strong pale face; but his deep gray kindly eyes the redeeming feature were as sympathetically penetrating as usual. He shook hands with them all, except Sir Mosley, at whom he just glanced sufficiently long to perceive that he was a stranger. Mrs.
A list of a few of the institutions and public establishments will show this. The Royal Institution in Mosley Street occupies a large building, established for the encouragement of the Fine Arts by exhibitions of paintings and sculptures, and the delivery of lectures. The Philosophical Society was established in 1781, and has numbered among its members Dr. Dalton, Dr. Henry, and Dr.
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