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But understand, Caudle, I don't have Miss Prettyman: I'm not going to have my peace of mind destroyed under my own roof! if she comes, I don't appear at the table. What do you say? "Very well be it, then. "And now, Caudle, you'll not forget the venison? In the City, my dear? You'll not forget the venison? A haunch, you know; a nice haunch. And you'll not forget the venison ?"
Were he never to go near Grace Crawley again no one would blame him, unless it were Miss Prettyman or Mrs Thorne. "Fill your glass, Henry," said the archdeacon. "You'd better, I tell you, for there is no more of it left." Then the major filled his glass and sipped the wine, and swore to himself that he would go down to Allington at once. What!
Oh! but the chill of this English spring was in her bones, and the coldness of a reception so frigid that her passionate young spirit almost rebelled on the spot, prompting wild ideas and impulsive impossibilities; even a flight to her mother's old nurse to Lizzie Prettyman, so often lovingly described, with her little thatched cottage beyond the river!
"When there's no wife or daughter, it's always a sister if there is one." "But can you imagine Mrs Prettyman as mayoress? Why, they say she scrubs her own doorstep after dark. They ought to make you mayor." "Do you fancy yourself as mayoress?" he inquired. "I should be better than Mrs Prettyman, anyhow." "I believe you'd make an A1 mayoress," said Denry.
"When Miss Anne Prettyman told me that I should be ready with my answer, and when I saw that Miss Prettyman herself used to let him come to the house and seemed to wish that I should see him when he came, and when he once was so very gentle and kind, and when he said that he wanted me to love Edith, Oh, mamma!" "Yes, darling, I know. Of course you loved him." "Yes, mamma. And I do love him.
"I have thought a great deal about it, and your friend, Miss Prettyman, knew that I was coming. She quite approves of my coming." "She has written to me, but did not tell me of it," said Grace, not knowing what other answer to make. "No, she could not have done that. She had no authority.
Were you asleep?" Robinette said as she entered, for Mrs. Prettyman was not sitting in the fine new chair. Then she found that the voice answered from the little bedroom off the kitchen, and that the old woman was in bed. "I ain't ill, so to speak, dear, just weary in me bones," she explained, as Robinette sat down beside her. "And Mrs.
Eustice and Miss Prettyman would say to such provender," said Louise when the party, the boys helping, returned with the spoils of the lunch-room. "How about calories and dietetics, and all that?" "We may be hungry enough before we see a regular meal in a dining-car or a hotel to forget all about such things," Uncle Dick said seriously. "There! We are starting already.
This afternoon her rheumatism had been specially bad: she had an inclination to cry out when she rose from her chair, and every step was an effort. Yet the sunshine was tempting; it warmed old and aching bones through and through as no fire could do; and Mrs. Prettyman thought she must make the effort to go out. She had just arrived at this conclusion, when a tap came to the door. "That you, Mrs.
"At any rate," continued Mrs. de Tracy, addressing her niece, "your protégée has been fortunate in two ways, Robinette. She will neither be turned out of her cottage nor see the destruction of her plum tree. By the way " with a perfectly natural change of tone, dismissing at once both Mrs. Prettyman and Death "the plum tree is down, I suppose? You saw it?" "Very much down!" answered Lavendar.
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