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And before he had gone far he recognised a figure that walked just ahead of him. It was Ackroyd; he was accompanied by a girl of whom Gilbert had no knowledge Miss Totty Nancarrow.
Both hands rested on the top of his umbrella, and his attitude was very much that of a man who views a horse he has thoughts of purchasing. 'You are Miss Nancarrow, I think? he said, clearing his throat. 'Christian name, Totty. 'That's me, I believe. 'Jusso! I should like to have a word with you, Miss Nancarrow, if you will allow me. 'You can't say it here, sir? 'Why, no, I can't.
For the former she ceased to be 'Miss Nanco, and became 'Totty' simply; to Jack she was a most estimable acquaintance, who never grudged flattering wonder at his school achievements, even though they involved no more than a mastery of compound multiplication, and occasionally he felt a wish that some one of his schoolfellows would call Miss Nancarrow names, that he might punch the rascal's head.
Then, Totty Nancarrow. Strangely, Lydia could now have been almost friends with Totty; she did not know why. She met her by chance occasionally, and nodded, or at most spoke a brief greeting, yet each time she would have liked to stop and talk a little. Totty had been Thyrza's close friend; that formerly had been a source of jealous feeling, now it seemed to have become an attraction.
Poole, Mr. Ackroyd's sister. Totty lowered her voice, and explained rapidly what had come to pass. Mrs. Poole eyed her throughout with something more than suspicion. 'And who may you be, if you please? she asked at the end. 'I'm Miss Nancarrow. 'I'm not much wiser. Thank you. I'll let Mr. Poole know. She closed the door.
'And then, as you say, Miss Nancarrow, he must be able to prove to me and Mr. Higgins that he has lived in one and the same house for a year previous to his marriage with you. Mr. Barlow delivered this with slow emphasis, as if such a test of respectability were the finest fruit of administrative wisdom. Totty laughed. She had expected something quite different.
We've got to crush, to kill this War God of theirs, and make war impossible for the future. Forgive me, sir, for talking like this; I didn't mean to. I've been a long time in getting to this point, but now it has become a kind of passion with me, because I feel it to be the Call of God." "By gad, Nancarrow, but you've touched the spot this time, and you've put it well too!
He said he wished he'd a couple of hundred pounds to take it and start. The man's dead, and his wife wanted to sell the business, but she can't get an offer. The meeting which Jack was attending had began to sing a hymn. The voices, harmonised by distance, sounded pleasantly. 'I like that hymn-tune, Mr. Bunce, said Totty, 'don't you? 'I don't think much about hymns, Miss Nancarrow.
You've been singing at a public-house. Lydia was too upset to note the paleness of Thyrza's face, which at another moment would have elicited anxious question. She was deeply hurt that Thyrza made so little account of her wishes; jealous of the influence of Totty Nancarrow; stirred with apprehensions as powerful as a mother's.
Lydia knew that it was something disagreeable; Mary's air of discharging a duty sufficiently proved that. 'What is it? she asked coldly. 'They were talking about him here when I came back last night. He's begun to go about with that girl Totty Nancarrow. Lydia cast down her eyes. Mary keeping silence, she said: 'Well, what if he has? 'I think it's right you should know, on Thyrza's account.
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