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It is sometimes dangerous to meddle with a man's habits, even when he has grown weary of them. "I thought," she began hesitatingly, "that it would be more cheerful for you in here, this stormy evening. I thought you might like to put your wet things to dry in the kitchen, and we could sit here together, after supper, alone." I am afraid that Mrs. Rylands did not offer all her thoughts.
On one of the first days of the year 1880, in the early afternoon, husband and wife went for a walk in the copse on the little hill above Rylands. They were still at this time like lovers in their behaviour and were always together. While they were walking they heard the hounds and later the huntsman's horn in the distance. Mr. Hearing the hunt, Mr.
For it was Mrs. Rylands herself, in her husband's hat and her "hired man's" old blue army overcoat, returning from the post-office two miles away.
It was finished by that time, of course, and as we drove past I saw the beautiful woman who lived there walking up and down the lawn with her husband, Captain Rylands, a very tall, handsome man, who used to give me apples. I was always afraid to eat the apples, because my nurse said that the Captain had killed a man. That was in the wars in Spain, fighting against the French.
The kitchen, lit by a single candle, could be only partly seen by her as she stood with her hand on the lock, although she herself was plainly visible. There was a pause, and then a quiet, self-possessed, yet amused, voice answered: "My name isn't Jane, and if you're the lady of the house, I reckon yours wasn't ALWAYS Rylands." At the sound of the voice Mrs.
And when three months were past, the sitting-room was often lit up and made cheerful, particularly on that supreme occasion when, with a great deal of enthusiasm, all the women of the countryside flocked to see Mrs. Rylands and her first baby. And a more considerate and devoted couple than the father and mother they had never known.
"Oh, certainly," said Mrs. Rylands quickly. "So kind of him to oblige us. Give him the order, Jane, please." She turned to escape from the kitchen and these new intruders, when her eye fell upon the coin left by Mr. Hamlin. "The gentleman wished you to take that for your trouble, Jane," she said hastily, pointing to it, and passed out.
Now, run away and play! You're making me tired." "One moment," said Mr. Rylands awkwardly and hurriedly. "I may have wronged you; I was mistaken. Won't you come back with me and accept my our hospitality?" "Not much," said Jack. "I left your house because I thought it better for you and her that no one should know of my being there." "But you were already recognized," said Mr. Rylands.
"I saw only your wrestling soul, Ellen, and I thought you needed comfort and help." She was silent for a moment, and then, leaning forward, picked up the poker and began to thrust it absently between the bars. "And if it had been some other girl crying and looking awful, you'd have spoken to her all the same?" This was a new idea to Mr. Rylands, but with most men logic is supreme.
Whatever may be the true explanation of the rule applied to keeping tigers, or the principle of Rylands v.
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