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His usually merry little mouth with its pale lips quivered oddly, and in his eyes, as he turned away, were tears I could not understand. I put my hand on his shoulder, lifted his face to mine. "What is it, Jimmy? What has happened that you don't want me to ask Mr. Johns to tell Mr. Pritchard you can go with me? Why are you afraid?" "I ain't afraid. Yes 'm, I am. I I've been docked once to-day.
They have made a rose of you, Miss Fleda." "How beautiful! " was Fleda's answer. "Somebody he didn't say who desired to know particularly how Miss Ringgan was to-day." "Somebody is very kind!" said Fleda from the bottom of her heart. "But dear Mrs. Pritchard, I shall want another dish."
Pritchard was silenced, observing however that she shouldn't wonder if she wasn't able to go after all. Fleda herself was not without a doubt on the subject before the evening was over. The reaction, complete now, began to make itself felt; and morning settled the question. She was not able even to rise from her bed.
"It's only that I'm so used to discouragement from my elders and betters that I'm familiar with the signs," returned Elsie. "Like as not, if any one were to say, 'Hooray! Bully for you! Go in and win! I shouldn't understand. I should think they were kidding me." "Poor child!" laughed Miss Pritchard, but she was really secretly touched.
And it was curious how often Fleda gave them a smile back as she did so. Mrs. Pritchard thought Fleda lived upon the violets that day rather than upon food and medicine; or at least, she said, they agreed remarkably well together. And the next day it was much the same. "What will you do when they are withered?" she said that evening. "I shall have to see and get some more for you."
With a turn of his wrist, Pritchard suddenly seemed to lift the form of his assailant into the air. Tavernake caught a swift impression of a man's white face, the head pointing to the street, the legs twitching convulsively. Head over heels Pritchard seemed to throw him, while the knife clattered harmlessly into the roadway. The man lay crumpled up and moaning before the door of one of the houses.
Leaving the church I went to see the old vicarage, but before saying anything respecting it, a few words about the old vicar. Rees Pritchard was born at Llandovery, about the year 1575, of respectable parents. He received the rudiments of a classical education at the school of the place, and at the age of eighteen was sent to Oxford, being intended for the clerical profession.
"It was only permanent absence up country without leaf. That was all." "Up country?" said Hooper. "Did they circulate his description?" "What for?" said Pritchard, most impolitely. "Because deserters are like columns in the war. They don't move away from the line, you see. I've known a chap caught at Salisbury that way tryin' to get to Nyassa.
Quite untroubled by the ethical aspect of the situation, she gave herself up to it wholly, only troubled lest she had gotten the better part of the exchange she had made with the real Elsie Marley; lest she be cheating the other out of companionship with this wonderful Cousin Julia. No difficulty offered itself. Keen as she was, Miss Pritchard was without shadow of suspicion.
John Pritchard, at one time agent of Lord Selkirk, at a place called "The Elms," on the east side of Red River, opposite Kildonan Church. Mr. Pritchard was entrusted with the education of the sons of gentlemen sent all the way from British Columbia and from Washington and Oregon territories, besides a number belonging to prominent families of Red River and the Northwest.
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