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Since Rodman's departure from Wanley, 'Arry Mutimer was living at the Manor. Her husband and 'Arry were Adela's sole companions; the former she dreaded, the approach of the latter always caused her insuperable disgust. To Letty there was born a son; Adela could not bend to the little one with a whole heart; her own desolate motherhood wailed the more bitterly. Once more a change was coming.
One of Kate's children was playing on the floor. The mother caught it up irritably, and began lamenting the necessity of washing its dirty little hands and face before packing it off to bed. In a minute or two she went up stairs to discharge these duties. Between her and Richard there was never much exchange of words. 'How are you feeling, Jane? Mutimer inquired, taking a seat opposite her.
Her children she no longer ventured to command; the secret of their wealth weighed upon her, she was in constant dread on their behalf. It is a bad thing for one such as Mrs. Mutimer to be thrown back upon herself in novel circumstances, and practically debarred from the only relief which will avail her free discussion with her own kind.
'Argument isn't understood by women. Now, if you were a revivalist preacher Mrs. Waltham and Adela went to church. Mutimer returned to his lodgings, leaving his friend Waltham smoking in the garden. On the way home after service, Adela had a brief murmured conversation with Letty Tew. Her mother was walking out with Mrs. Mewling.
In 1842 he took active part in the riots of the Midland Counties, and at length was unfortunate enough to get his head broken. He died in hospital before any relative could reach him. Richard Mutimer regarded with detestation the principles to which Henry had sacrificed his life.
Talk was rife on the subject of Mutimer's dismissal from Longwood Brothers', and the sensational rumour which followed so quickly found an atmosphere well prepared for its transmission. Hence the unusual concourse at the meeting-place in Islington next Sunday evening, where, as it became known to others besides Socialists, Mutimer was engaged to lecture.
It isn't my fault, and I don't see why you should pay no heed to me all at once. Will you attend to me, Mr. Keene? 'What do you wish me to do? he asked, only half turning. 'To go and see Mrs. Mutimer in the garden, and accept her invitation to dinner. 'I haven't got a dress-suit, he groaned. 'No matter. If you go away I'll never speak to you again, and you know you wouldn't like that.
No one really belonging to the working class ever bore himself as Mr. Mutimer does. Haven't you noticed the shape of his hands, my dear? 'I've only noticed that they are very large, and just what you would expect in a man who had done much rough work. Mrs. Waltham laughed noisily. 'My dear child, how can you be so perverse? The shape of the fingers is perfect. Do pray notice them next time.
Some incidents happened to set his wrath blazing, and henceforth, in spite of not a little popular ridicule and much shaking of the head among his friends, Mr. Westlake had his mission. 'I have come to ask your advice and help, began Mutimer with directness. He was conscious of the necessity of subduing his voice, and had a certain pleasure in the ease with which he achieved this feat.
He declared himself one of those whom Mutimer had robbed; all his savings for seven months were gone; he was now out of work, and his family would soon be starving. Richard's blood boiled as he heard these words. 'You lie! he bellowed in return; 'I know you. You are the fellow who said last night that I should run away, and never come at all to this meeting.
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