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"You was uppermost in my mind a thousand times a day, Job; and when it came to doing the fifty thousand things you do, I began to see what there is to you," said Nelly Northover. "And this I'll say: you haven't been getting enough money along with me." He was pleased and smiled and thanked her. "I've missed 'The Stars," he said, "and am very glad to be back."
And now you may say I've suddenly seen the light; and if you've got half the opinion of me that I have of you, no doubt you'll thank your God to hear what I'm saying and answer according." "Good powers! You want to marry me yourself?" gasped Mrs. Northover. "By all your 'Seven Stars' I do," he said. "In fact, I want for 'The Tiger' to swallow the 'Seven Stars, in a poetical way of speaking.
Northover felt relief that he should thus fasten on such a minor issue, and never liked him better than at that moment. "Thank God, he's took it, lying down!" she thought, then spoke. "Don't you leave, my dear man.
The suggestion seemed to show that Mrs. Northover was a fool the last thing he bargained for. He exhibited contempt. Indeed, he snorted in a manner almost insulting. "Woman comes to man, I believe, not man to woman," he said. "That is so," she admitted with a touch of colour in her cheeks at his attitude, "but you must think all round it which you haven't done yet, seemingly."
They vary, and you never know how the day will go. Sometimes everything runs smoothly; sometimes nothing does. Some days you're as fresh at the end as the beginning; some days you're dog-tired and worn out after a proper fight." "There's something hungry and cruel and wicked about 'em to my eye," declared Mrs. Northover. "We're oftener in fault than the Frames, however.
She always replied very quietly that she had met scores of men who acted splendidly in the charades provided for them by Northover, but that she had only met one man who went down into a coal-cellar when he really thought it contained a murderer. The Major and she are living as happily as birds, in an absurd villa, and the former has taken to smoking.
Not until half-past six came any pause, but after that hour the tea drinkers thinned off; the big party had come and gone; the smaller groups were all attended to and tea was served in Mrs. Northover's private sitting-room behind the bar for herself, Sarah and the barmaid. Being refreshed and rested, Mrs. Northover turned to the affairs of her niece. At the same moment Mr. Legg came in.
Northover. Some take to it like a duck to water. I did for one. But some never do. If you come to the Frame frightened, you never make a spinner. They're like humans, the Spinning Frames; if they think you're afraid of them, they'll always bully you, but if you show them you're mistress, it's all right. They have their moods and whims, just as we have.
At the moment when I am writing this, at half past one o'clock on Thursday, the nineteenth day of July, 1821, I hear about thirty of the poor half-starved populace of Northover giving three cheers in honour of His Majesty's Coronation, or rather in honour of a dinner and some beer, which, I understand, is given to them by Mr. Tuson, the attorney of the place.
The church has been much restored, but retains on the S. the original Dec. arcade and a squint. There is some good modern carving. In the graveyard are the base and stump of what was once a fine cross. The church possesses a chalice of the date 1555. Northover, a parish adjoining Ilchester, on the opposite side of the Ivel. Norton Fitzwarren, a village 2 m. N.W. of Taunton.
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