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"It was a yellow one with blue flowers on it." "Oh, that one!" and Mrs. Rowles's face cleared. "If it was only that old one with the broken spout and the cracked handle I really don't care a bit." "I am always so unlucky with crockery," said Juliet. "I've broke enough in my time to pave Cheapside jugs and cups and basins." "Oh, child!" said her aunt, shocked at the exaggeration.
Indeed, Emily was still trembling from the fright she had undergone, and Mrs. Rowles's thoughts were fully occupied. They came to a stile over which they climbed, Juliet so awkwardly that she slipped into a ditch among sting-nettles. "Oh, the horrid things!" she exclaimed; "they've bitten me!" "It is only nettles," said her aunt; "you've got stung."
The air of London was heavy and the sunshine pale to Mrs. Rowles's thinking, and the sky overhead was a very pale blue. There were odd smells about; stale fish and brick-fields seemed to combine, and that strange fusty odour which infects very old clothes. Mrs. Rowles preferred the scent of broad beans and pinks.
Rowles's cheek turn pale, and something in the growls made Juliet's face flush red. "Oh, dear!" cried Mrs. Rowles, "it is some child in danger!" "It is some horrid cruel dog!" said Juliet. The aunt went cautiously through the gate into the inner yard, and the niece rushed through it boldly. What they saw was indeed alarming.
"And on Monday," he added, "I think I shall go to town and see your brother-in-law, and offer him a place at my printing-office. I have already inquired his character of his present employers." Rowles's head was shaking again; but he only held the boat for Mr. Burnet and Leonard to step into it, and his forebodings of failure on Mitchell's part were for the moment kept to himself.
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