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And then again Prothero was weeping like a vexed child. The end of Prothero's first love affair came to Benham in broken fragments in letters. When he looked for Anna Alexievna in December he never learnt her surname he found she had left the Cosmopolis Bazaar soon after Prothero's departure and he could not find whither she had gone. He never found her again.
'She would not dare to write, ma'am, suggested Gladys. 'I suppose not? but why did she go away? Why did she leave me never to see me again? The following day brought the Welshman, Mr Prothero's weekly treat, which it generally took him the week thoroughly to read and enjoy. Owen chanced to open it first, and, as is usually the case, stumbled at once upon the marriage of his sister.
The moment he was willing to marry the girl he could have walked out of the room free. I do not recall Prothero's saying I can escape death by any such charming alternative." The girl interrupted quickly. "No," she said; "you are not at all like that young man. He stumbled in by chance. You came on purpose to help me. It was fine, unselfish." "It was not," returned Ford.
It was Mr Prothero's wish to have one of his two sons a farmer, he did not much care which, so it was with some difficulty that Aunt Jonathan induced him to listen to her proposal of making a clergyman of Rowland.
'Then you must go to bed to avoid it. Do be advised, you look so ill. 'When Miss Gwynne so far forgot herself as to be persuasive instead of commanding, she was irresistible. She put her hand so gently on Mrs Prothero's shoulder, and looked so kindly into her tearful eyes, that the poor woman began to cry afresh.
Prothero's interest was growing as he faced the possibilities. "I've dreamt of a paper," he said, "a paper that should tell the brute truth about things." "I don't know that I'm particularly built to be a journalist," Benham objected. "You're not," said Billy.... "You might go into Parliament as a perfectly independent member.... Only you wouldn't get in...." "I'm not a speaker," said Benham.
An interesting account of the Barons' War and the meeting of the first House of Commons is given in Prothero's Simon de Montfort, London, 1877. For Wyclif and the Lollards, see Milman's Latin Christianity, vol. vii.
Find out everything you can about him without letting any one catch you at it. Better begin at the nearest chemist's. Say you are on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and ask the man to mix you a sedative, and recommend a physician. Show him Prothero's name and address on a piece of paper, and say Prothero has been recommended to you as a specialist on nervous troubles. Ask what he thinks of him.
Benham, on the other hand, was shy with small animals and faintly hostile to big ones. Beasts he thought were just beasts. And Prothero had a gift for caricature, while Benham's aptitude was for music. It was Prothero's eyes and pencil that first directed Benham to the poor indolences and evasions and insincerities of the masters.
Gladys led the way to Mrs Prothero's room, and Mrs Jenkins and Owen followed. 'I'm sorry to see you so poorly, cousin, said Mrs Jenkins, approaching the bed on which Mrs Prothero lay, looking flushed and excited. 'What did you expect, 'Lizabeth Jenkins? when you have carried off my daughter my child my Netta! And caused misery in our house never to be mended. 'Well, seure!
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