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"Yes, she is an aunt of mine; you know her, I believe." "Very well; we are old friends, although I don't see so much of her as I once did. The London world has got so very big, you see, and Mrs. Wriothesley and I have drifted into different sets." "Yes," chimed in Pansey Cottrell, who was standing by, "it has got perfectly unendurable.
'Why not? answered Bell, coolly, for she had that peculiar love of looking on dead bodies characteristic of the lower classes. 'I want to see how they killed him. 'How who killed him? 'The person as did it, silly. Though I don't know who could have shot him unless it was that old cat of a Mrs Pansey. Well, I can't stay here talking all day, and father will be wondering what I'm up to.
'Oh, how sweet! how jolly! cried a mixed chorus of young voices. 'A real gipsy, Mrs Pansey? and the good lady was besieged with questions. 'She is cunning and dirty enough to be genuine, my dears. Some of you may know her. Mother Jael! 'Aroint thee, witch! cried Dr Graham, 'that old beldam; oh, she can "pen dukherin" to some purpose. I have heard of her; so have the police.
'Old catamaran! said Brace, loudly. 'Oh, Harry! Hush! interposed Lucy, with an anxious glance, 'You shouldn't. 'Why not? But for the present company I would say something much stronger. 'I wish you would, said Gabriel, easing his stiff collar with one finger; 'my cloth forbids me to abuse Mrs Pansey properly. 'What has she been doing now, Gabriel?
Mrs Pansey was the one person Dr Pendle dreaded, and if the late archdeacon had been alive he would have encouraged the missionary project with all his heart. 'To every man his own fear. Mrs Pansey was the bishop's. 'Bishop! cried the lady, in her most impressive archidiaconal manner, 'about that public-house, The Derby Winner, it must be removed.
And in the anguish of her spirit she gave way to very harsh thoughts concerning poor Sylla's conduct. If she could but have divested herself of all prejudice, and looked on matters with dispassionate eyes, she would have seen, as Pansey Cottrell had told her at Todborough, that things were travelling much in the way she wished them. At this very moment, when she is inwardly raging against Mrs.
Daisy no longer wondered that Mrs Pansey was hated in Beorminster; her own feelings at the moment urged her to thrust the good lady under the wheels of the engine. 'Well, dear, I'll say good-bye, said Mrs Pansey, screwing her grim face into an amiable smile.
The archdeacon's widow lived on the outskirts of Beorminster, in a gloomy old barrack of a mansion, surrounded by a large garden, which in its turn was girdled by a high red brick wall with broken glass bottles on the top, as though Mrs Pansey dwelt in a gaol, and was on no account to be allowed out.
He knew perfectly well that the two ladies met continually, although there was little cordiality between them. But Lady Mary's last speech showed him she intended to keep Mrs. Wriothesley at arms' length, if possible, for the future; and Pansey Cottrell smiled as he thought that his hostess's schemes would, in all likelihood, be as persistently thwarted in town as they had been in the country.
'It is not true, and you know it is an invention of your own spiteful mind, Mrs Pansey. My sister was married on the day she left home, and I have her marriage certificate to prove it. I showed it to Bishop Pendle, because you poisoned his mind with your malicious lies, and he is quite satisfied. 'Oh, any story would satisfy the bishop, sneered Mrs Pansey; 'we all know what he is!
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