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Ainger does but so prepared not to like new people, that her taking to you in that way was a surprise to us all, I confess." Miss Pinsent sent a significant glance down the long laurustinus alley from the other end of which two people a lady and gentleman were strolling toward them through the smiling neglect of the garden. "In this case, of course, it's very different; that I'm willing to admit.
Miss Pinsent was certainly the last to underrate such a privilege: "It's so important, my dear, forming as we do a little family, that there should be some one to give the tone; and no one could do it better than Lady Susan an earl's daughter and a person of such determination. Dear Mrs. Ainger now who really ought, you know, when Lady Susan's away absolutely refuses to assert herself."
'Oh! send 'em away! bawled Mr Pinsent. 'Send 'em away before their husbands come home from work and raise a riot! Then he recollected himself. 'No, fetch 'em all in here, from the street, said he, dropping into a chair and taking his head in both hands. 'Fetch 'em all in, and let me deal with 'em!
You never had a child of your own, Mr Pinsent and more's the pity for the child but with one of your own you'd know what it feels like! Mr Pinsent felt in his trouser-pocket, drew forth two half-crowns, and pressed them into Mrs Halloran's dirty palm. With a sob and a blessing she escaped. He heard her run sobbing down the passage to the front door. Then he turned upon Mike.
You just try it that's all; you just come an' try it? 'I er have no intention of trying it, said Mr Pinsent. 'It certainly would not become me to administer to inflict corporal punishment on a youth of your er inches.
I can just mind Key Pinsent a great, red, rory-cumtory chap, with a high stock and a wig like King George 'my royal patron' he called 'en, havin' by some means got leave to hoist the king's arms over his door. Such mighty portly manners, too Oh, very spacious, I assure 'ee! Simme I can see the old Trojan now, with his white weskit bulgin' out across his doorway like a shop-front hung wi' jewels.
"My name is Miss Pinsent," the elderly lady indicated declared pleasantly, replying to Mr. Greene's interrogative glance. "It is my first trip to America, too. I am going out to see a nephew who has settled in Chicago." "Capital!" Mr. Raymond Greene repeated. "Now we are all more or less a family party. What did you say your line of business was, Mr. Romilly?"
But the child bein' that out of hand that all my threats do seem but to harden him, and five shillin' a week's wage to an unprovided woman; and I hope your Worship will excuse the noise I make with my breathin', which is the assma, and brought on by fightin' my way through the other women. Mr Pinsent gasped, and put up a hand to his brow. 'The other women? he echoed. 'What other women?
It was tit-for-tat again, and the laugh still with Samuel Pinsent. Through the open window he heard the residue of his pigeons murmuring in their cotes, and the sound wooed him to slumber. So for half an hour he slept, with an easy conscience, a sound digestion, and a yellow bandanna handkerchief over his head to protect him from the flies. A tapping at the door awakened him.
'I think this will do, said Mr Pinsent, with a twinkle, and he recited the composition aloud. Pretty Tommy, having adjusted his horn spectacles, took the paper and read it through laboriously. 'You want me to cry it through the town? 'Certainly. You can fetch your bell, and go along with it at once. 'Your Worship knows best, o' course. Pretty Tommy appeared to hesitate.
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