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For, during all this time, Miss Rodney had had her eye on her fellow-lodger, Mr. Rawcliffe, and the more she observed this gentleman, the more resolute she became to turn him out of the house; but it was plain to her that the undertaking would be no easy one. In the landlady's eyes Mr.
The door, to her surprise, was partly open; entering the tread of her slippered feet was noiseless she beheld an astonishing spectacle. Before her writing-table, his back turned to her, stood Mr. Rawcliffe, engaged in the deliberate perusal of a letter which he had found there. For a moment she observed him; then she spoke. 'What business have you here?
'E's a nice woon t' taalk o' marryin', whan 'is awn wife caan't live wi' 'im, nor 'is awn daughter, neither. And 'oo alse talled yo'? 'Twasn' Moother?" "Naw. It wasn' yore moother." "An' 'twasn' mae, Jim, and navver will bae." "'Twas Dr. Rawcliffe." "'E? 'E's anoother. 'Ooo's 'e married? Miss Gwanda? Nat' e!" "Yo' let t' doctor bae, Essy. 'E's right enoof.
'Naturally. But you will go, all the same. A vicious light flashed into the man's eyes. 'If it comes to that, I shall not go! 'Indeed? said Miss Rodney calmly and coldly. 'We will see about it. In the meantime, leave the room, sir! Rawcliffe nodded, grinned, and withdrew. Late that evening there was a conversation between Miss Rodney and Mrs. Turpin.
Rawcliffe, putting on all his dignity, demanded the legal week's notice; Turpin demanded the sum in arrear. There was an exchange of high words, and the interview ended with mutual defiance. A moment after Turpin and his wife knocked at Miss Rodney's door, for she was still in her parlour.
It's no life fer yoong things oop there, long o' t' Vicar. Mind yo" Mrs. Gale lowered her voice and looked up and down the street for possible eavesdroppers "ef 'e was to 'ear on it, thot yoong Rawcliffe wouldn't be 'lowed t' putt 's nawse in at door agen. But theer there's nawbody'd be thot crool an' spittiful fer to goa an' tall 'im. Our Assy wouldn't.
Rawcliffe, though not perhaps a faultless specimen of humanity, conferred an honour on her house by residing in it; the idea of giving him notice to quit was inconceivable to her. This came out very clearly in the first frank conversation which Miss Rodney held with her on the topic. It happened that Mr. Rawcliffe had passed an evening at home, in the company of his friends.
There in a minute or two he was confronted by his landlady and her husband: they closed the door behind them, and stood in a resolute attitude. 'Mr. Rawcliffe, began Turpin, 'you must leave these lodgings, sir, on Wednesday next. 'Hullo! what's all this about? cried the other. 'What do you mean, Turpin?
Rawcliffe should leave, indeed he should, on Wednesday week. But Miss Rodney had only one reply; she had found other rooms that suited her, and she requested to be left in peace. At eleven Mr. Rawcliffe came home. He was unnaturally sober, for Saturday night, and found his way into the parlour without difficulty.
'Well, perhaps I should have said "drunk"; I beg your pardon. 'All I can say, miss, is that young Mr. Rawcliffe has never behaved himself in this house excepting as the gentleman he is. You don't perhaps know that he belongs to a very high-connected family, miss, or I'm sure you wouldn't' 'I see, interposed Miss Rodney. 'That accounts for it. But your husband. Is he highly connected?
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