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Updated: May 27, 2025
After all, you know, it must be said of you that you couldn't help yourself: while it would be said of him, with equal reason, that he could. 'That's true, sir. Sometimes since Lizzie was left free by father's death, I have thought that such a young woman might soon acquire more than enough to pass muster. And sometimes I have even thought that perhaps Miss Peecher
'I beg your pardon, ma'am, said Mary Anne, disconcerted now she came to think of it; 'but I don't know that I mean more than her brother himself. As she said it, she unhooked her arm. 'I felt convinced of it, returned Miss Peecher, smiling again. 'Now pray, Mary Anne, be careful another time. He says is very different from they say, remember. Difference between he says and they say?
That will do. The discreet Mary Anne resumed her seat and her silence, and stitched, and stitched, and was stitching when the schoolmaster's shadow came in before him, announcing that he might be instantly expected. 'Good evening, Miss Peecher, he said, pursuing the shadow, and taking its place. 'Good evening, Mr Headstone. Mary Anne, a chair.
So, there was a double palpitation among the double stocks and double wall-flowers, when the master and the boy looked over the little gate. 'A fine evening, Miss Peecher, said the Master. 'A very fine evening, Mr Headstone, said Miss Peecher. 'Are you taking a walk? 'Hexam and I are going to take a long walk. 'Charming weather, remarked Miss Peecher, FOR a long walk.
'Business in Church Street, Smith Square, by Mill Bank, repeated Miss Peecher to herself. 'Having said which, pursued Bradley, laying his door-key on the table, 'I must be already going. There is nothing I can do for you, Miss Peecher? 'Thank you, Mr Headstone. In which direction? 'In the direction of Westminster. 'Mill Bank, Miss Peecher repeated in her own thoughts once again.
Miss Peecher, our schoolmistress pretty and young, and all that is known to be very much attached to him, and he won't so much as look at her or hear of her. Now, his devotion to you must be a disinterested one; mustn't it? If he married Miss Peecher, he would be a great deal better off in all worldly respects, than in marrying you. Well then; he has nothing to get by it, has he?
Miss Peecher repressed a sigh as she gathered her work together for bed, and transfixed that part of her dress where her heart would have been if she had had the dress on, with a sharp, sharp needle. The person of the house, doll's dressmaker and manufacturer of ornamental pincushions and pen-wipers, sat in her quaint little low arm-chair, singing in the dark, until Lizzie came back.
So would Miss Peecher have gone round his neck and taken care of him. Of him, insensible. Because he did not love Miss Peecher.
'Because it takes a pronoun after it in the objective case, Miss Peecher. 'Very good indeed, remarked Miss Peecher, with encouragement. 'In fact, could not be better.
'They must find it rather dull and dark, Miss Peecher, for the parlour blind's down, and neither of them pulls it up. 'There is no accounting, said good Miss Peecher with a little sad sigh which she repressed by laying her hand on her neat methodical boddice, 'there is no accounting for tastes, Mary Anne.
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