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Jenny, when this gush of sorrow was over, 'take a bit o' heart. Things is rarely as bad as they seem; an' there's help at hand always if we on'y know where to look for it. There was more meaning, to Julia's thinking, in the tone in which this commonplace condolence was delivered than in the words themselves. Mrs. Rusker's manner was big with mystery.
He took the beast to the stable, delivered him into the care of a servant, and made straight for the parlour, where his wife and Mrs. Rusker were seated at an early supper. 'You're back early, Sam, said the former, rising to draw an additional chair to the table. 'Wilt have some tay, or shall Liza draw you a jug o' beer? Samson returned no answer, either to this or to Mrs. Rusker's greeting.
You've been very good to me always, and I shan't forget your kindness while I'm away. And you'll be good to Julia, too, while while I'm away, won't you? Mrs. Rusker's objections had never had any heart in them, and had been merely perfunctory, and such as she conceived her age and semi-maternal authority compelled her to make.
Julia, a lithe, graceful girl, rose at the query from the other side of the little table, and came to Mrs. Rusker's side. 'Why, you're cryin', continued the elder woman. 'What is it, my dear, as has upset you i' this wise? 'Well, my dear, said Mrs. Rusker, wiping her eyes and smoothing her dress, as if her grief was done with and put away, 'it ain't a trouble as I expects sympathy from you in.
They both bent above her. Mrs. Rusker's heart was beating like a muffled drum, and seemed, to her own ears, to fill the house with its pulsation. 'Julia! said Mrs. Mountain again, in a louder voice, and shook the girl with a tremulous hand, 'Julia! The white eyelids did not even stir. 'My blessid! Julia! Don't skeer a body i' this way! She shook the girl again.
Rusker argued and reasoned, but finding her fears too obdurate to be moved by any such means, left the house in dudgeon, whereat poor Julia only cried the more. But Mrs. Rusker's confidence in her plan was unshaken, and her persistency unchecked.
Things were going poorly with him, the rising generation followed newer lights unevident in his earlier days, and his visitors were mostly of Mrs. Rusker's age, and were getting fewer day by day. 'My skill's at your service, ma'am, such as it is, he answered, with gravity. 'I want some'at as 'd send a body to sleep mek 'em sleep for a long time, wi'out hurtin' 'em. Can you doit?
'Cuss her! he said again, looking round for the cat. 'What's she done? demanded Mrs. Jenny. 'Done? Ate up all my brekfus, that's what she's done, rejoined the wizard. The familiar grinned with a relish of the situation so fiendishly human that Dick clung closer to Mrs. Rusker's hand, and devoutly wished himself back in the trap.
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