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"Yes, sir," said Mr Hopson, and vanished like lightning. "You will excuse me, gentlemen," said the egregious Northover, with his radiant smile, "if I continue to work until Mr Hopson is ready. I have some books that must be cleared up before I get away on my holiday tomorrow. And we all like a whiff of the country, don't we? Ha! ha!"
The Major put his hand on the back of the chair offered him, but stood chafing and beating the floor with his polished boot. The next moment an inner glass door was opened, and a fair, weedy, young man, in a frock-coat, entered from within. "Mr Hopson," said Northover, "this is Major Brown. Will you please finish that thing for him I gave you this morning and bring it in?"
He had come for supper and bed. "Good evening, Mrs. Northover," he said. "I'm belated and starving into the bargain. Have you got a room?" "For that matter, yes," she answered not very enthusiastically. "But surely 'The Tiger's' your house, sir?" "I'm not bound to 'The Tiger, and very likely shall never go there again.
The friction often burned these cords through and the weights had to be lifted and retied again and again. "We want a clever invention to put this right," she said. "A lot of good time's wasted with the weights. Nobody's thought upon the right thing yet." "I'm properly dazed," confessed Nelly Northover. "You live and learn without a doubt nothing's so true as that."
The charge was one shilling, and being of generous disposition, Mrs. Northover provided for that figure a handsome meal. She was a large, high-bosomed woman, powerfully built, and inclined to stoutness. Her complexion was sanguine, and her prominent eyes were very blue. Of a fair-minded and honest spirit, she suffered from an excitable temper and rather sharp tongue.
"Sometimes the yarn's always snarling and your drag weights are always burning off and the stuff is full of kinks and the sliver's badly pieced up that's the drawing minder's fault and a bad drawing minder means work for me. Your niece, Sarah, is a very good drawing minder, Mrs. Northover.
She was ready enough to climb down from her impossible attitude; but Richard abruptly threw her down; which unchivalrous action wounded Mrs. Northover to the quick and begat in her an obstinate and rebellious determination to climb up again. "I'm looking on ahead," she began, while they sat in her parlour together. "This is a great upheaval, Richard, and I'm just beginning to feel how great.
He'd think, if you talked sense to him, you had an axe to grind and treat you according. You've suffered enough." "I have without a doubt, and shall continue to do so," he answered her. "I think just as much of you as ever I did notwithstanding," said Mrs. Northover.
"Just two minutes was all he gave me, and I don't think he was very long at the drawing heads neither; and I ain't heard Sarah Northover say he spent much of his time at the spreader. It all depends on the minder whether Mister Raymond wants to know much about the work!" "But the spinning is the hardest to understand, Sally."
"When I took on barman as a profession, I never lifted pot or glass again to my own lips, and have stood between many a young man and the last half pint. I tell you this to your face, Missis Northover. Not an hour ago I was at 'The Tiger, to let Richard Gurd know the stable was ready, and in the private bar there were six young men, all drinking for the pleasure of drinking.
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