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Corkscrew and Felix were disconcerted, and dared not openly avow their discontent; and they treated Franklin with the greatest seeming kindness and cordiality. Everything went on smoothly for three days. The butler never attempted his usual midnight visits to the alehouse, but went to bed in proper time, and paid particular court to Mrs Pomfret, in order to dispel her suspicions.
"I'm afraid you are given to flattery, Mr. Mr. " she replied hurriedly. "Whom have I the pleasure of speaking to?" "Job Braden's my name," he answered, "but you have the advantage of me." "How?" demanded the thoroughly bewildered Mrs. Pomfret. "I hain't heard your name," he said. "Oh, I'm Mrs. Pomfret a very old friend of Mr. Crewe's.
"I'm always polite, mother," answered Alice, "except when you tell me not to be. The trouble is I never know myself." The victoria stopped in front of the door, and the irreproachable Waters advanced across the porch. "Waters," said Mrs. Pomfret, "I suppose Mr. Crewe is too busy to come out." "I quite understand, at a time like this," said Mrs.
"You can't kill an idea, and we'll see who's right and who's wrong before I get through with 'em." "What a noble spirit!" Mrs. Pomfret exclaimed aside to Mrs. Chillingham. Then she added, in a louder tone, "Ladies, if you will kindly tell me your names, I shall be happy to introduce you to the candidate. Well, Victoria, I didn't expect to see you here." "Why not?" said Victoria.
Corkscrew came into my room to desire me to call him betimes in the morning, and I happened to take particular notice, and he had the japanned candlestick in his hand, and that was just as I heard you, bolting the door. Indeed, ma'am you forget." "Indeed, sir," retorted Mrs. Pomfret, rising in anger, "I do not forget; I'm not come to be SUPPERANNUATED yet, I hope.
She laughs at my Lady Walpole, scolds my Lady Pomfret, and is laughed at by the whole town. Her dress, her avarice, and her impudence must amaze any one that never heard her name. She wears a foul mob, that does not cover her greasy black locks, that hang loose, never combed or curled, mazarine blue wrapper, that gapes open and discovers a canvas petticoat.
Pomfret, who had been hovering on the outskirts of this duel, inclined her head the fraction of an inch, but Alice put out her hand with her sweetest manner. "When did you arrive?" she asked. "Well, the fact is, I haven't arrived yet," said Austen. "Not arrived" exclaimed Alice, with a puzzled glance into Victoria's laughing eyes.
Crewe obeyed with no very good grace, while the tea-party went back to their seats. Mrs. Flint supposed he had come to sell Victoria the horse; while Mrs. Pomfret, who had taken him in from crown to boots, remarked that he looked very much like a gentleman. "I came to see your father for a few moments on business," Austen explained. She lifted her face to his with a second searching look.
The door opened, and there appeared a tall, wiry fellow, whose sandy hair, light blue eyes, jutting jawbones, and large mouth made a picture suggestive of small refinement but of vigorous and wholesome manhood. No wonder I had seemed to recognise his voice. Though we only saw each other by chance at long intervals, Pomfret and I were old acquaintances.
Killingly soon ordered that the "cullering of the body of our meeting-house should be like the Pomfret meeting-house, and the Roff shal be cullered Read." Brooklyn church then, in 1762, ordered that the outside of its meeting-house be "culered" in the approved fashion.
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