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Updated: May 21, 2025
I knew one who was younger. CAPT. G. Then it couldn't have been Mrs. Herriott. She was old enough to have been your mother, dear. MRS. G. I remember now. Mrs. Scargill was talking about her at the Duffins' tennis, before you came for me, on Tuesday. Captain Mafflin said she was a 'dear old woman. Do you know, I think Mafflin is a very clumsy man with his feet.
They were now in another house, an old one, near the Scargill Street home, which had been left soon after William had died. Directly came an excited cry from the garden: "Paul! Paul! come and look!" It was his mother's voice. He threw down his book and went out. There was a long garden that ran to a field. It was a grey, cold day, with a sharp wind blowing out of Derbyshire.
The fellow to it was served at Sir Ralph's own table at dinner, and was pronounced excellent. I pray you try it, masters. Here, Ned Scargill, mind your office, good fellow, and break me that deer. And you, Paul Pimlot, exercise your craft on the venison pasty."
They sounded so perfectly absorbed in the game as their voices came out of the night, that they had the feel of wild creatures singing. It stirred the mother; and she understood when they came in at eight o'clock, ruddy, with brilliant eyes, and quick, passionate speech. They all loved the Scargill Street house for its openness, for the great scallop of the world it had in view.
At nine o'clock to the cottage on Scargill Street came another wire: "William died last night. Let father come, bring money." Annie, Paul, and Arthur were at home; Mr. Morel was gone to work. The three children said not a word. Annie began to whimper with fear; Paul set off for his father. It was a beautiful day.
"NOW look at him now he's wet!" he said. "Yes!" she exclaimed, brimful of satisfaction. The children of Scargill Street felt quite select. At the end where the Morels lived there were not many young things. So the few were more united.
"How far 'ull it be to t' chapel at Scargill Fell?" "Nine mile. She'll not be for takkin' much notice of her Sunday dooties I'm thinkin'." "An' yo' unnerstan' she'll be juist a yoong thing? An't' baby only juist walkin'." Dixon nodded. Suddenly there was a sound in the corridor a girl's laugh, and a rush of feet.
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