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Pocock accordingly spoke to this extent by book, and the fact immensely moved him. "If she does really feel as you say it's of course very very dreadful. I've given sufficient proof, one would have thought," he added, "of my deep admiration for Mrs. Newsome." "And pray what proof would one have thought you'd CALL sufficient? That of thinking this person here so far superior to her?"
To do right for her, naturally," said Mamie, "is to please." "Her mother, do you mean?" "Her mother first." Strether waited. "And then?" "Well, 'then' Mr. Newsome." There was something really grand for him in the serenity of this reference. "And last only Monsieur de Montbron?" "Last only" she good-humouredly kept it up. Strether considered. "So that every one after all then will be suited?"
He took in this note but went straight on. "You've made of him what I see, but what I don't see is how in the world you've done it." "Ah that's another question!" she smiled. "The point is of what use is your declining to know me when to know Mr. Newsome as you do me the honour to find him IS just to know me." "I see," he mused, still with his eyes on her. "I shouldn't have met you to-night."
Meanwhile two children came to bless the happy union of Newsome and his lovely Indian wife. One of these, the eldest, was a boy, and in honor of the old chief he was named Wabigoon, and called Wabi for short. The other was a girl, three years younger, and Newsome insisted that she be called Minnetaki.
I jest know you and Rose Mary have got on the big pot and little kettle for Mr. Newsome, and I'm mighty proud to have the luns handed around with your all's fixings. I reckon Rose Mary is so comfusticated you can't hardly trust her with no supper rolls or such like. Have you seen him yet, Rose Mary?" she asked of Rose Mary, who had appeared at the garden gate.
Newsome's throat WAS encircled suddenly represented for him, in an alien order, almost as many things as the manner in which Miss Gostrey's was. Mrs. Newsome wore, at operatic hours, a black silk dress very handsome, he knew it was "handsome" and an ornament that his memory was able further to identify as a ruche.
This was one of the things the "all" Miss Gostrey would now tell him that, with every deference to present preoccupation, was uppermost for Strether after they had taken their seat. One of the others was, at the end of five minutes, that she oh incontestably, yes DIFFERED less; differed, that is, scarcely at all well, superficially speaking, from Mrs. Newsome or even from Mrs. Pocock.
Henry, Austin, and Sam went to the still, where they found and killed the overseer, Peebles, Austin shooting him. Then all went to the house. The family saw them coming and shut the door to no avail, however, as Will with one stroke of his ax opened it and entered to find Mrs. Turner and Mrs. Newsome in the middle of the room almost frightened to death. Will killed Mrs.
He struck himself as a little nearer to it only when he asked himself what service, in such a life of utility, he was after all rendering Mrs. Newsome.
Who got the lumber out of the same Inspector? Smith. And the sash and doors out of Cochrane? Smith. And wiggled the shingles out of Newsome? And euchred old Scotty Hepburn into building the fireplace? And planned and bossed the whole job? Who? Smith. This whole business is Smith's work." "And where is Smith? Have you seen him, Mandy? We have not thanked him," said Cameron.
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