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Oakford, and afterwards to the offices of two lines of steamers, in Moorgate Street and Leadenhall Street. The city was very much thronged. It is a marvel what sets so many people a going at all hours of the day.
I had often warmed my hands on the table where Nurse ironed my collars at home. Rubens duly came to bed; and I fell asleep, well satisfied on the whole with Oakford and the saddler's household. Oakford was not a large town. It only boasted of one street, "to be called a street," as Mr.
When old Giles said, "Here they be!" we felt that all he had told us before was justified, and that we had not come to Oakford in vain. We stroked them, some of the more adventurous sat upon them, and we echoed the churchwarden's remark, "Yaller satin, sure enough, and the backs gilded like a picter-frame."
In fact, Oakford was his native place, though he was passing his old age in Dacrefield, and he had a natural desire to see it again, and a natural belief that the spot where he had been young and strong, and light-hearted, had especial merits of its own. Even though we had nothing better to propose, old Giles' love for home would hardly have decided us, but he had something more to add.
Oakford and a friend of hers, Miss Clinch, about the Americans and the English, especially dwelling on the defects of the latter, among which we reckoned a wretched meanness in money transactions, a lack of any embroidery of honor and liberality in their dealings, so that they require close watching, or they will be sure to take you at advantage.
Yesterday, much earlier than English people ever do such things, General made us a call on his way to the Consulate, and sat talking a stricken hour or thereabouts. Scarcely had he gone when Mrs. Oakford and her daughter came. After sitting a long while, they took U to their house, near St. John's Wood, to spend the night.
Getting a little vague after a few years, and then perhaps a little altered, as fancy almost involuntarily supplied the defects of memory; but still that steep street, that tinsmith's shop the features of Oakford! I have since thought that Jemima must have had some special attraction to the tinsmith's, her errands there were so many, and took so much time.
Janet looked up quickly. "I confess I should very much like to read that," she exclaimed, and then she added, "but I shan't be in this afternoon. I've promised to go over to Oakford." That much information she would vouchsafe her old friend. A slightly satirical look came over Miss Pendarth's face.
It was not because Oakford had been the end of our consultation long ago, after my illness, nor because Nurse Bundle had any voice in the matter, it was a certain bullet-headed, slow-tongued old farmer, one of our teachers, who voted for our going to Oakford; and more by persistently repeating his advice than by any very strong reasons there seemed to be for our following it, he carried the day.
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