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'You'll find a few things of mine here, he said. 'Put it in your pocket, and look at it afterwards. By-the-by, there is a paragraph marked; I meant it for Mutimer. Never mind, give it him when you've done with it. Alfred bestowed the paper in the breast pocket of his greatcoat, and did not happen to think of it again till late that evening.
'But Miss Mutimer, I'm abusing confidence. Your brother trusts me; he's done me a good many kindnesses. But I can't help it, upon my soul. If you betray me, I'm done for. You won't do that? I put myself in your power, and you're too good to hurt a fly. 'What do you mean, Mr. Keene? Alice asked, inwardly pleased, yet feeling uncomfortable.
The work seemed too extensive for a mere scheme of drainage. Whatever the undertaking might be, it was now at a standstill, seeing that old Mr. Mutimer, the owner of the land, had been in his grave just three days, and no one as yet could say whether his heir would or would not pursue this novel project. Mrs.
The year had come full circle; it was time that Mutimer received another remittance from his anonymous supporter. He needed it, for he had been laying out money without regard to the future.
'Oh, I don't care anything about luxuries myself, but Adela shall have everything she wants. Alfred Waltham, who knew the house perfectly, led his mother to inspect the stables, Mutimer remaining with Adela in the drawing-room. 'You've been very quiet all dinner-time, he said, taking a seat near her and bending forward. 'A little, perhaps. I am thinking of so many things.
'What is it? Mutimer asked, noticing that she had again smiled. 'Nothing. His pipe lit, his limbs reposing in the easy-chair, Mutimer became expansive. He requested Adela's attention whilst he rendered a full account of all the moneys he had laid out, and made a computation of the cost of living on this basis. 'The start once made, he said, 'you see it isn't a bit dearer than the lodgings.
But Richard Mutimer was on his feet again, and this time without regard to effect; there was a word in him strongly demanding utterance. It was to the speech of the unfortunate prophet that he desired to reply. He began with sorrowful admissions. No one speaking honestly could deny that that the working class had its faults; they came out plainly enough now and then.
I'll see that it's well noticed in our rag. 'Not a bad idea! Mutimer exclaimed, throwing back his head. 'Trust me, not half bad. Be of use in the propaganda. Just think it over, and, if you care to, allow me to read it in manuscript. There's a kind of art eh? you know what I mean; it's only to be got by journalistic practice. Yes, "My Work in New Wanley"; I think that would do.
It's a question we can't talk or think too much about, and Comrade Mutimer has thought about it as much and more than any of us, I think I may say. I don't know, the chairman added, with a sly look across the room, 'whether our friend's got any new views on this subject of late. I shouldn't wonder if he had. Here sounded a roar of laughter, led off by Daniel Dabbs.
Now sit down and make yourself quiet. It isn't our fault. Mrs. Mutimer smiled in a grim way, then laughed a most unmusical laugh. 'Now what's the good o' joking in that kind o' way? That's like your father, that is; he'd often come 'ome an' tell me sich things as never was, an' expect me to believe 'em. An' I used to purtend I did, jist to please him.
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