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Updated: June 18, 2025
There, as the bobbin frame rose and fell, the thread was perfectly delivered to the reel and coiled off layer by layer upon it. Mrs. Northover stared to see the nature of a Spinner's duties and the ease with which she controlled the great, pulsing, roaring frame of a hundred spindles.
Despite the flying sparks from his emery wheels, he always kept a portrait of Sarah Northover before him; and certain pictures of notable sportsmen also hung with Sarah above the benches whereon Nicholas pursued his task.
Fired by these opinions Nelly went to her meeting with Richard and the first words uttered by Mr. Gurd sent a ray of warmth to her heart, for it seemed he also had reviewed the situation in a manner worthy of his high intelligence. But he approached the subject uneasily and Mrs. Northover was too much a woman to rescue him at once.
P. G. Northover," said the Major, with righteous indignation. We glanced at each other with inquisitiveness. Basil, who had his eyes shut in his abstracted way, said simply: "I beg your pardon." "Fact is. Street, you know, man, pansies. On wall. Death to me. Something. Preposterous." We shook our heads gently.
Now a very curious thing has fallen out, and looking back, I can only say that the wonder is it didn't fall out long years ago." "It did, so far as he was concerned," explained Mrs. Northover. "Mr. Legg has been hoping for this for years." "The Lord often chooses a fool to light the road of the wise, my dear. Not that Job's a fool, and a more self-respecting man you won't find.
The famous garden was dismantled now and Job Legg spent some daily hours in digging there. To-morrow Job was to hear what Mrs. Northover had to say concerning his proposal, and, meantime, the pending decision neither unsettled him nor interfered with his usual placidity and enterprise. Nelly Northover herself waited upon the engaged couple.
Northover expected and she left them presently, for she had an appointment bearing on the supreme subject of her offer of marriage. Mrs. Northover was, in fact, going to take another opinion.
Northover had scarcely finished being thankful that the old order was restored again, when that occurred to prove the old order could never be restored. Job Legg had been called away to the deathbed of an aged uncle. For a fortnight he was absent, and during that time Nelly Northover found herself the victim of a revelation.
There was a doubtful pause, and then, by general consent, the Major himself, the victim of the outrage, stepped forward. The letter was in his hand, and he looked unusually grim. "Is your name P. G. Northover?" he asked. "That is my name," replied the other, smiling. "I think," said Major Brown, with an increase in the dark glow of his face, "that this letter was written by you."
If the younger generation only lapped when 'twas thirsty, half the drinking-places would shut, and there wouldn't be no more brewers in the peerage." He shook his head and drank his tea. Mrs. Northover changed the subject. "How's the works?" she asked. "Do the people like the new master?" "Just the same same hours, same money everything.
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