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Pendyce's lips were parted, but nothing came through those parted lips. Her eyes, black as sloes in her white face, never moved from his; she made no sound. Bellew dashed his hand across his brow. "Well, I will!" he said, "for your sake. There's my hand on it. You're the only lady I know!" He gripped her gloved fingers, brushed past her, and she saw that she was alone.
"There is a fire at Peacock's farm, sir." Mr. Pendyce stared. "What?" he said. "A fire in broad daylight! Nonsense!" "You can see the flames from the front, sir." The worn and querulous look left Mr. Pendyce's face. "Ring the stable-bell!" he said. "Tell them all to run with buckets and ladders. Send Higson off to Cornmarket on the mare. Go and tell Mr. Barter, and rouse the village.
Pendyce's habit to promenade between these beds, his hand to his back, for he was still a little stiff, followed at a distance of seven paces by the spaniel John, very black, and moving his rubbery nostrils uneasily from side to side. In this way the two passed every day the hour from twelve to one. Neither could have said why they walked thus, for Mr.
The little writing-room had an air of mourning: "I am so seldom used; but be at home in me; you might find me tucked away in almost any country-house!" Yet many a solitary Stoic had sat there and written many a note to many a woman. George, perhaps, had written to Helen Bellew at that very table with that very pen, and Mrs. Pendyce's heart ached jealously.
Pendyce's door. It was for all this that the Squire said, "John!" several times, and threatened him with a razorstrop. And partly because he could not bear to leave his master for a single second the scolding had made him love him so and partly because of that new idea, which let him have no peace, he lay in the hall waiting.
Pendyce dropped her eyes, a flush came into her white cheeks; she looked up again and said quickly: "George, I should like just a little bet on your horse a real bet, say about a sovereign." George Pendyce's creed permitted the show of no emotion. He smiled. "All right, mother, I'll put it on for you. It'll be about eight to one." "Does that mean that if he wins I shall get eight?" George nodded.
Pendyce's spirit, that for so many hours had been heavy and grey in lonely resolution. For to her gentle soul, unused to action, shrinking from violence, whose strength was the gift of the ages, passed into it against her very nature, the resolution she had formed was full of pain.
You've no sense of anything! Romantic, idiotic, immoral I don't know what you're at. For God's sake don't go putting ideas into his head!" At this outburst Mrs. Pendyce's face became rigid; only the flicker of her eyelids betrayed how her nerves were quivering. Suddenly she threw her hands up to her ears. "Horace!" she cried, "do Oh, poor John!"
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