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From the front room on the ground floor came the whirring sound of a sewing-machine; it might perhaps be Mary Mitchell at work. Mrs. Rowles knocked on the door of the room. "Who's there?" "Please, does Mrs. Mitchell live here?" "Top floor, back," replied the voice, and the whirr was resumed.
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.
"I don't know where she has gone to. Australia most likely." "Australia, indeed! She has only gone to the other end of the street, No. 103. And when you can't pay your rent, and three weeks running on to four, what can you expect from your landlord?" The door was closed, and Mrs. Rowles left standing on the step, greatly shocked and agitated.
"I sha'n't ask your leave," said Juliet. "I sha'n't give it," replied Philip with a rough laugh. And Juliet spoke no more, but knitted her brows fiercely. When the children landed at the lock, and told of the adventure with the swans, Mrs. Rowles was profuse with praise of Juliet's presence of mind.
"Some of them stay out late and let themselves through at 2 A.M., and some of them get up early and let themselves through at 3 A.M., but it is none of my business to get out of bed for pleasure-boats." Thus said Mr. Rowles. "Who are they?" asked Juliet. "Oh, the folks on the river. You'll see plenty of them if you stay here long enough."
And you will keep her close under the bank of the towing-path, and you will pass under all the other lines which you meet. Do you see?" "Oh, yes, thank you," said the stranger, anxious to be off. "My name is Roberts, with Mr. Burnet at the hotel; and you shall have the rope back again." "Tie it round the bow thwart, as you have no mast," said Rowles. Mr. Roberts stared.
Webster, the vicar of Littlebourne, and his wife. "Beg your pardon, sir," said Rowles as soon as he had closed the gate above them, "would you mind if Philip was to jump into your bows and go down a bit with you?
Take with you the booke of Rates, to the end you may pricke all those commodities there specified, that you shall chance to find in Cambalu, in Quinsey, or in any part of the East, where you shall chance to be. Parchment. Rowles of Parchment, for that we may vent much without hurt to the Realme, and it lieth in small roume. Glew. To carie Glew, for that we haue plenty and want vent.
And I hope to see your friends settled down here by the beginning of the week after next." Rowles shook his head, feeling certain that the arrangement would not answer. But Mr. Burnet was determined to try it, and Leonard was delighted with the project. "Your cousins," said Leonard to Philip, "will have to learn all about country things. I don't suppose they know a garden when they see one."
Now, Rowles, you know very well that I never did join you in your dislike to Thomas Mitchell. Printing was his trade, and there must be morning papers I suppose, and I daresay he'd like to work by day and sleep by night if he could. I think your sister Mary made a mistake when she married a Londoner, after being used to the country where you can draw a breath of fresh air.
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