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Munger approved of the idea. "Don't you think it would be great fun, Mrs. Gerrish?" she asked. "Well, now, if Squire Putney would lead off," said the joker, looking round. Putney could not be found, nor Dr. Morrell. "They're off somewhere for a smoke," said Mrs. Munger. "Well, that's right. I want everybody to feel that my house is their own to-night, and to come and go just as they like.
But Mrs. Munger remained. "I don't believe Mrs. Putney herself would say what you have said," she remarked, after an embarrassing moment. "If it were really so I should be willing to make any reparation to acknowledge it. Will you go with me to Mrs. Putney's? I have my phaeton here, and " "I shouldn't dream of going to Mrs. Putney's with you." Mrs.
Layers of wool entered the carding engine and were combed by a multitude of wire teeth until all the fibers lay parallel; the thin film of wool then passed into a cone-like opening and came out later in a thick strand of untwisted fibers. "It is now ready to go to the drawing-frames," Mr. Munger explained.
Annie followed with tender interest the loving pride that exonerated and idealised Putney in the words of the woman who had suffered so much with him, and must suffer. "I couldn't help speaking as I did to Mrs. Munger." "She deserved it every word," said Annie. "I wonder you didn't say more." "Oh, hold on!" Putney interposed.
Thornton, might go over the works. They have never visited a woolen mill." "We shall be delighted to show them about," answered Mr. Munger. "I will send some one with them." Turning, the manager beckoned to a young man who was busy at a desk. "This gentleman," continued he, "has been with us many years and will be able to answer all your questions.
On the second-floor-back was a dressmaker who could not collect her bills; while in the rear was a laundress who washed for the tenants. Lastly, there was Mrs. Martha Munger, Stephen Carlin's sister, who occupied the third floor both front and back, over the laundress's quarters, the one chimney serving them both.
Staff, do you mind bringing him?" "The one thing to do," said Barnworth, while the messenger was gone, "is to frighten it out of him. Nothing else will do." "Well," said Ainger, "if you think so. You must back me up, though." After a long interval, Stafford returned to say that Munger was in bed and refused to get up. "Good," said Barnworth; "I like that.
"I could not but regard a secret so acquired as sacred," said he; "and even though by keeping it I was actually shielding criminals, I should have been a greater traitor to betray them than to shield them." "May I say, sir," put in Ainger at this point, "that the prefects in our house last night received a confession from Munger, which corresponds exactly with what Mr Branscombe says?"
Annie felt herself jump at this climax, as if she had been touched on an exposed nerve. She grew red, and tried to be angry, but she was only ashamed and tempted to lie out of the part she had taken. "Mrs. Munger," she said, "gave that a very unfair turn. I didn't mean to ridicule Mr. Peck. I think he was perfectly sincere. The scheme of the invited dance and supper has been entirely given up.
Brandreth spoke of it, and I had an opportunity of trying it last night, and seeing just what it amounted to." "Yes?" Mrs. Munger prompted, with an increase of expectance in her large clear eyes, and of impartiality in her whole face. "Mr. Peck was here," said Annie reluctantly, "and I tried it on him." "Yes?" repeated Mrs.
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