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Updated: June 18, 2025
It did not take Mrs. Northover long to relate the situation, nor was Mr. Gurd much puzzled to declare his view. In brief words she told him of Job Legg's greatly increased prosperity and his proposal to wed. Having made her statement, she advanced a few words for Job. "In fairness and beyond all this, I must tell you, Richard, that he's a very uncommon sort of man.
Somehow, when one's seen seen the thing itself, you know blood and men screaming, one feels about having a little house and a little hobby; in the Bible, you know, 'There remaineth a rest'." Northover bowed. Then after a pause he said: "Gentlemen, may I offer you my card. If any of the rest of you desire, at any time, to communicate with me, despite Major Brown's view of the matter "
But to think of such a clockwork little creature of all people getting into the nets of one of Grigsby's tales," and he laughed out aloud in the silence. Just as the laugh echoed away, there came a sharp knock at the door. An owlish head, with dark moustaches, was thrust in, with deprecating and somewhat absurd inquiry. "What! back again, Major?" cried Northover in surprise.
"Well," said Northover, laughing outright, "naturally I prefer you to pay it." The Major's hand was still resting on the back of the chair as the words came. He scarcely stirred otherwise, but he lifted the chair bodily into the air with one hand and hurled it at Northover's head.
Northover, however, saw nothing to praise, for Sabina's speech had been broken a dozen times. "If that's what you call working kindly, I'd like to see the wretch in a nasty mood," she said. "I lay you want to slap it sometimes." Sabina was mending a drag that had burned off. The drags were heavy weights hanging from strings that pressed upon the side of the bobbins and controlled their speed.
Thus his temporary disappearance affected the system and proved that around the sun of Job Legg, quite as much as his mistress, the galaxy revolved; but something more than this remained to be discovered by Mrs. Northover herself.
"You are standing," replied Northover, "in the office of the Adventure and Romance Agency, Limited." "And what's that?" blankly inquired Brown. The man of business leaned over the back of the chair, and fixed his dark eyes on the other's face.
"I should be obliged for your card, sir," said the Major, in his abrupt but courteous voice. "Pay for chair." The agent of Romance and Adventure handed his card, laughing. It ran, "P. G. Northover, B.A., C.Q.T., Adventure and Romance Agency, 14 Tanner's Court, Fleet Street." "What on earth is 'C.QT.?" asked Rupert Grant, looking over the Major's shoulder. "Don't you know?" returned Northover.
Its voice was distinctive and might be heard by a practised ear above the prevailing thunder. Then came Mrs. Nelly Northover to this unfamiliar scene, peeped in at a door or two and failed to see Sarah, who laboured at the other end of the Mill.
In that case, I don't think he'd be treated very rough, because, as my Mister Roberts says, 'Self-preservation is the first law of nature, and always have been; and if he's going to better us it will mean a lot." "Don't you be too hopeful, however," warned Mrs. Northover. "There's a deal of difference between holding the reins yourself and saying sharp things against them who are.
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