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Often they would come to the shop to purchase cloth for coats for their dogs. And they would have good cloth. Mr. Povey did not like this. One day a butty chose for his dog the best cloth of Mr. Povey's shop at 12s. a yard. "Will ye make it up? I've gotten th' measurements," asked the collier. "No, I won't!" said Mr. Povey, hotly. "And what's more, I won't sell you the cloth either!
Imer stranger here too. I only come down larse Friday to stye with a Naunter mine in Horton. Are you stying in Horton? Willoughby told her he was not in Orton, but at Povey Cross Farm out in the other direction. 'Oh, Mrs. Payne's, ain't it? I've heard aunt speak ovver. She takes summer boarders, don't chee? I egspeck you come from London, heh?
Then, noticing the lapse, he dragged them out. "Sweets," said he. "Anything else?" "Sweets and things." "Oh!" said Mr. Povey. "Well, now you can go down into the cinder- cellar and bring up here all the things there are in that little box in the corner. Off you go!" And off went Cyril. He had to swagger through the kitchen. "What did I tell you, Master Cyril?" Amy unwisely asked of him.
So he had telephoned to Birmingham that the matter was 'off, and then, being 'at a loose end, he had come over to Bursley in search of his betrothed. At Holl's shop they had told him that she was with Mrs. Povey. Constance glanced at him, impressed by his jolly air of success. He seemed exactly like his breezy and self-confident advertisements in the Signal.
He said that the attack had ultimately been determined by cold produced by rapid motion in the automobile. Dick Povey whispered that he must run over to Hanbridge and let Lily's parents know that there was no cause for alarm on her account, and that he would return at once. He was very devoted. On the landing out-side the bedroom, the doctor murmured to him: "U.P." And Dick nodded.
Samuel deposited the candle and ran downstairs. "I say, Daniel," he said, roused and hot, "this is really ridiculous. Why on earth didn't you fetch the doctor while you were waiting for me? Where's the missis?" Daniel Povey was slowly emptying grains of Indian corn out of his jacket-pocket into one of the big receptacles behind the counter on the baker's side of the shop.
Constance was engaged in cutting straws and ribbons to make a straw-frame for a water-colour drawing of a moss-rose which her pure-hearted son had given her as a birthday present. "Why what ?" she exclaimed. She said no more at the moment because she was sure, from the faces of her men, that the time was big with fearful events. "Take your satchel off," Mr. Povey ordered coldly.
Povey and I walked to White Hall, it being a great frost still, and after a turn in the Park seeing them slide, we met at the Committee for Tangier, a good full Committee, and agreed how to proceed in the dispatching of my Lord Rutherford, and treating about this business of Mr. Cholmely and Sir J. Lawson's proposal for the Mole. Thence with Mr. Thence walking with Mr.
When he was nervous his manners deteriorated into a behaviour that resembled rudeness. "That depends on you!" he repeated grimly. "But " "Are we to be engaged or are we not?" pursued Mr. Povey, as though Mrs. Baines had been guilty of some grave lapse and he was determined not to spare her. "That's what I think ought to be settled, one way or the other.
Peace was presently restored, and Julia was asked if she would like to go see her Auntie Mame, and assented with a hiccough. So her mottled little face was wiped with a soggy gray towel, and her bonnet straightened, and they set out. Mrs. Povey was so sympathetic that Emeline stayed with her for dinner, a casual meal which Myrtle Montague and a sister actress came in to share.
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