Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 9, 2025
Moxey dined at five o'clock, and that he was generally to be found digging in his garden until sunset. Her reception was civil. The manufacturer sparing of words, but with no unkindly face requested that Godwin should be sent to see him, and promised to do his best to be of use. A talk with the boy strengthened his interest.
None had been given. A youngish gentleman, speaking like a Londoner. It might be Earwaker, but that was not likely. Godwin sat down to his plain meal, and after it lit a pipe. Thunder was still rolling, but now in the distance. He waited impatiently for seven o'clock. To the minute, sounded a knock at the house-door. A little delay, and there appeared Christian Moxey.
It came out, by-the-bye, that he had given all his acquaintances the slip; they had completely lost sight of him I suppose until Miss Moxey met him by chance at Budleigh Salterton. There's some mystery still. She evidently kept Peak's secret from the Moorhouses and the Walworths. A nice business, altogether! Again there was a long silence.
He deemed it incredible that any man should conceive a tender feeling for a girl so far from beautiful. Constantly occupied with thought of sexual attachments, he had never imagined anything of the kind apart from loveliness of feature in the chosen object; his instincts were, in fact, revolted by the idea of love for such a person as Janet Moxey.
Moxey, and Godwin, when making the request, stated for what purpose he was going to Kingsmill, though without explaining the hope which had encouraged his studies. The project seemed laudable, and his employer made no difficulties. Godwin just missed the scholarship; of candidates in the prescribed district, he came out second. Grievous was the disappointment.
In a hollow of grassy fields, where he least expected to encounter an acquaintance, it was his chance to come upon Christian Moxey, stretched at full length in the company of nibbling sheep. Since the dinner at Mr. Moxey's, he had neither seen nor heard of Christian, who, it seemed probable, was back at his work in Rotherhithe. As their looks met, both laughed.
He was resolved to let her taste all the bitterness of her folly. 'It seems pretty clear that the Moxeys at all events Miss Moxey knew the rascally part he was playing. Whether they wished to unmask him, or not, I can't say. Perhaps not. Yet I caught an odd look on Miss Moxey's face when that man Malkin began to talk of Peak's characteristics and achievements.
He would not avow to such friends as Moxey and Earwaker the social standing of his only recognised relatives. As for the unrecognised, he had long ago heard with some satisfaction that Andrew Peak, having ultimately failed in his Kingsmill venture, returned to London.
He used a pound or two of Lady Whitelaw's money for the purchase of scientific books, and set to work upon them with freshened zeal. The early morning and late evening were given to country walks, from which he always returned with brain excited by the forecast of great achievements. When the time of his departure approached, he decided to pay a farewell visit to Mr. Moxey.
A week ago I again met Miss Moxey at the Walworths', and talked with her more freely than before. This conversation showed me that I have become much more tolerant towards individuals. But though this or that person may be supported by moral sense alone, the world cannot dispense with religion. If it tries to and it will there are dreadful times before us. 'I wish I were a man!
Word Of The Day
Others Looking