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'O that is the celebrated Mrs. Petherwin, the woman who makes rhymes and prints 'em, said Mrs. Napper, in a detached sentence, and then continued talking again to those on the other side of her. The two loungers went on with their observations of Ethelberta's headdress, which, though not extraordinary or eccentric, did certainly convey an idea of indefinable novelty.
It would have been enough to break the heart of a person who had calculated upon getting a fortune, which I never did; for I felt always like an intruder and a bondswoman, and had wished myself out of the Petherwin family a hundred times, with my crust of bread and liberty. For one thing, I was always forbidden to see my relatives, and it pained me much.
'And there was her hair up in buckle as if she'd never seen a clay-cold man at all. However, to cut a long story short, all I know besides about 'em is that the name upon their luggage is Lady Petherwin, and she's the widow of a city gentleman, who was a man of valour in the Lord Mayor's Show.
Menlove went on building up Mrs. Doncastle's hair awhile in silence. 'I suppose you heard the other news that arrived in town to-day, m'm? she said again. 'Lord Mountclere is going to be married to-morrow. 'To-morrow? Are you quite sure? 'O yes, m'm. Mr. Tipman has just told me so in his letter. He is going to be married to Mrs. Petherwin. It is to be quite a private wedding. Mrs.
Do you remember, when father was alive and we were at Solentsea that season, about a governess who came there with a Sir Ralph Petherwin and his wife, people with a sickly little daughter and a grown-up son? 'I never saw any of them. I think I remember your knowing something about a young man of that name. 'Yes, that was the family. The end of it was, she jilted me and married the son.
Christopher, with a dazed countenance, looked towards a cottage which stood nestling in the shrubbery and ivy like a mushroom among grass. 'Is that Arrowthorne Lodge? he repeated. 'Yes, and if you go up the drive, you come to Arrowthorne House. 'Arrowthorne Lodge where Mrs. Petherwin lives, I mean. 'Yes. She lives there along wi' mother and we.
Ethelberta had not seen her aunt since she last passed through the town with Lady Petherwin, who then told her that this landlady was the only respectable relative she seemed to have in the world.
However, she's not quite such a chicken as all that. Mrs. Petherwin, that's the party's name. 'Does she live here? 'No, she is staying in the house visiting for a few days with her mother- in-law. They are a London family, I don't know her address. 'Is she a poetess? 'That I cannot say.
'Was the young lady who first inquired for my family the same one who said, "Let's have him by all means?" 'O no; but it was on account of her asking that the rest said they would like you to play at least that's as I had it from Joyce. 'Do you know that lady's name? 'Mrs. Petherwin. 'Ah! 'Cold, sir? 'O no.
And although I am willing to be as considerate as any man ought to be in giving you time to think over the question, there is a limit to my patience. Any necessary delay I will put up with, but I won't be trifled with. I hate all nonsense, and can't stand it. 'Indeed. Good morning. 'But Mrs. Petherwin just one word. 'I have nothing to say. 'I will meet you at Rouen for an answer.
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