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"It is not an earthquake," explained Robina. "It is your youngest daughter's notion of making herself useful." Robina spoke severely. I felt for the moment as if I had done it all myself. I had an uncle who used to talk like that. "Your aunt," he would say, regarding me with a reproachful eye, "your aunt can be, when she likes, the most trying woman to live with I have ever known."
But on a clean dish with parsley it looked rather neat. It did not suggest, however, a lunch for four people, two of whom had been out all the morning in the open air. There was some excuse for Dick. "I never heard before," said Dick, "of cold fried bacon as a hors d'oeuvre." "It is not a hors d'oeuvre," explained Robina. "It is all there is for lunch."
I do this sort of thing once every six months: it has an excellent effect for about three days. Robina wiped away her tears, and seized the first one that came to her hand. The cow, without saying a word, kicked over the empty bucket, and walked away, disgust expressed in every hair of her body. Robina, crying quietly, followed her.
To Wilmet and Robina it was a great deal more than the joyous festival they had last shared in there, even though then they had exulted in their brother's jubilant notes; and now he scarcely breathed a faint response, left his book unopened, and knelt in the dreamy passiveness of one incapable of actions of the mind, but too simply happy and thankful to doubt of his welcome.
"I did not want a child with common faults. I wanted something all my own. I wanted you, Robina, to be my ideal daughter. I had a girl in my mind that I am sure would have been charming. You are not a bit like her. I don't say she was perfect, she had her failings, but they were such delightful failings much better than yours, Robina.
Robina and I had an egg with our tea; Mr. Slee arrived as we had finished, and I took him straight into the kitchen. He was a large man, with a dreamy expression and a habit of sighing. He sighed when he saw our kitchen. "There's four days' work for three men here," he said, "and you'll want a new stove. Lord! what trouble children can be!" Robina agreed with him.
'Ah! said Lance, who was leaning on his arm rather wearily, 'Jack will do for himself if he tells Wilmet her eyes are violet; it is like a red rag to a bull. 'Yes, said Robina, 'she says nobody ever had eyes the colour of violets, and they would be hideous if they were. 'I have seen them, said Willie, gravely. 'Oh! where? cried Robina. 'Darker blue than Edgar's?
Grierson's practices would wake them up in Garthdale. They needed waking. She had added that Mr. Grierson was well connected, well behaved and extremely good-looking. Even charity couldn't subdue the merry devil in Robina. "I can't see," said Mary reading Robina's letter, "what Mr. Grierson's good looks have got to do with it." Rowcliffe's face darkened. He thought he could see. But Mr.
She selected an open landau of quite an extraordinary size, painted yellow. It looked to me an object more appropriate to a Lord Mayor's show than to the requirements of a Christian family; but Robina seemed touchy on the subject, and I said no more. It certainly was roomy. Old Glossop had turned it out well, with a pair of greys seventeen hands, I judged them.
Alice was capable of some things; but Gwenda was capable of anything. Suddenly, to Gwenda's surprise, her father sighed; a dislocating sigh. It came between the Benediction and the Lord's Prayer. For, even as he invoked the blessing Mr. Cartaret suddenly felt sorry for himself again. His children were no good to him. By which he meant that his third wife, Robina, was no good.
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