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However faint became the memory of youthful joys in after years, the flavour of Miss Pew's jalap and senna was never obliterated. 'No; there's nobody ill this morning, answered Miss Pillby, with a faint groan.
Jones's boy to watch the delinquents. 'I'll make an example of her, said Miss Pew, flinging back the bed-clothes with a tragic air as she rose from her couch. 'That will do, Pillby. I want no further details. I'll wring the rest out of that bold-faced minx in the face of all the school. You can go.
If there had been but one pair of eyes in the establishment, and those the eyes of Miss Pillby, the thing would have been discovered; for those pale unlovely orbs were as the eyes of Argus himself in their manifold power to spy out the proceedings of other people more especially of any person whom their owner disliked.
'Well, she is gone, and we needn't trouble ourselves any more about her, retorted Miss Motley, who hated to be plagued about abstract questions, being a young woman of an essentially concrete nature, born to consume and digest three meals a day, and having no views that go beyond that function. Miss Pillby sighed at finding herself in communion with so coarse a nature.
Miss Pillby related the circumstances of Miss Palliser's crime setting forth her own cleverness in the course of her narrative how her misgivings had been excited by the unwonted familiarity between Ida and the Fraeulein a young person always open to suspicion as a stranger in the land how her fears had been confirmed by the conduct of an unknown man in the church; and how, urged by her keen sense of duty, she had employed Mrs.
While Miss Motley was saying her prayers, Miss Pillby wriggled up to the Fraeulein, who was calmly brushing her flaxen tresses, and whispered impetuously, 'I have seen him! I know all about it! 'Ach, Himmel, cried the Fraeulein. 'Thou wouldst not betray? 'Not for the world. 'Is he not handsome, godlike? demanded the Fraeulein, still in German. 'Yes, he is very nice-looking.
'Good morning, Pillby, said Miss Pew, sitting up against a massive background of pillows, like a female Jove upon a bank of clouds, an awful figure in frilled white raiment, with an eye able to command, but hardly to flatter; 'what kind of a day in it? 'Dull and heavy, answered Miss Pillby; 'I shouldn't wonder if there was a thunderstorm.
'Then I'll come down to the boot-room at half-past six to-morrow morning and hear what you've got to tell me. 'Lor, miss, it's such a mucky place all among the coal-cellars. 'I don't mind, said Miss Pillby; which was quite true. There was no amount of muckiness Miss Pillby would not have endured in order to injure a person she disliked.
Here among the asparagus beds she had a brief conversation with a small boy employed in the kitchen-garden, a youth whose mother washed for the school, and had frequent encounters with Miss Pillby, that lady having charge of the linen, and being, in the laundress's eye, a power in the establishment. Miss Pillby had furthermore been what she called 'kind' to the laundress's hope.
'I don't think she likes bronchial troches, said Miss Motley, a very matter-of-fact young person who saved money, wore thick boots, and was never unprovided with an umbrella: 'I have seen her throw them away directly after you gave them to her. 'She ought to have liked them, exclaimed Miss Pillby, sternly. 'They are very expensive.
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