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'Jeremy Bentham, a new work; Ricardo, another book on economy; Southey the Laureate, 'Life of Nelson. Really, Mr. Young might have known that naval deeds have no joy for me, hardly more than for you, Renny," smiling grimly on his servant. "'Edinburgh Review, a London magazine for the last six months; 'Rees's Cyclopædia, vols. 24-27; Wordsworth, 'The Recluse. Ah, old Willie Wordsworth!
As she spoke she put down her feet and pushed the tempting number of the Family Paper from her. "There!" she said; "poor little Miss Dunstable may marry the Dook of Mauleverer-Wolverhampton just as soon as she pleases, but I won't have you put out, Miss Renny." "I did want something nice for dinner," said Verena. "Then I'll manage it.
"But she's dreadful put out, Miss Renny; there's no doubt of that. I doubt if she'll cook any dinner for Miss Tredgold." Verena, Pauline, and Penelope now rushed round to the kitchen premises. They were nervous, but at the same time they were brave. They must see what Betty intended to do. They burst open the door. The kitchen was not too clean.
"I'll forgive you for once." "On your head be it." "On my back, you mean." "That's not bad, Renny," cried Yates, springing to his feet. "Now, it will hurt. You have fair warning. I have spoken." The young men took sparring attitudes. Yates tried to do it gently at first, but, finding he could not touch his opponent, struck out more earnestly, again giving a friendly warning.
A look of dismay came over his face, and his truculent manner changed with a suddenness that forced a smile even to the stern lips of Renmark. Yates backed toward the hammock like a man who had received an unexpected blow. "I say, Renny," he wailed, "it's another of those cursed telegraph messengers. Go, like a good fellow, and sign for the dispatch. Sign it 'Dr.
He was to think of her less and less as the months during which she never came back to St. Renny went by, and he did not guess how he was to hear of her again. "About your confirmation," the Parson was saying. "This affair will make no difference. There is no real reason why it should be put off. Dr. Tring quite agrees with me. You are in the same mind about it, eh?"
This went on ineffectually for some time, when the professor, with a quick movement, swung around his foot with the airy grace of a dancing master, and caught Yates just behind the knee, at the same time giving him a slight tap on the breast. Yates was instantly on his back. "Oh, I say, Renny, that wasn't fair. That was a kick." "No, it wasn't. It is merely a little French touch.
Margery paused, after her wont, to wait till the sounds had filtered as far as her intellect, then proceeded to give a few angry headshakes. "Eh! Eh! It would become Sir Adrian Landale o' Pulwick Barrownite to have 's meat i' the kitchen it would that. Nay, nay, Mester Adrian, I'm none so old but I can do my day's work yet. Ah! an' it 'ud be well if that gomerl, Renny Potter, 'ud do his'n.
For this and kindred affairs Vassie and Phoebe were of great use, though Phoebe cried if she had to be a Roundhead too often out of her turn. Still, she was a good little thing, but when the fateful date arrived which was to see the journey to St. Renny, Ishmael had no pang at leaving her or anyone else. He was not a shy boy, and felt only intense interest at the thought of what lay before him.
With Ishmael, as the Parson was beginning to see, places had so far stood for more than people. St. Renny, the manner and atmosphere of it, had meant more than Killigrew, the Vicarage than the Parson, Cloom than his brothers and sister and the friends he made there. It was towards this very detachment that the Parson's upbringing of Ishmael had tended, and yet he now felt the need of more.
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