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Updated: June 24, 2025
What do you say to the seminary?" "Why, I should like very much to go there." "Are you thinking of the agricultural school?" "Yes." "That is, without doubt, the best; it provides other openings than a school-master's position." "But how can I go there? I earnestly desire it, but I have not the means." "Be industrious and good, and I dare say the means will be found."
Hilda had slowly come to count on the school-master's sympathy and understanding, and more than once she had written not only for his advice but for his help as well.
To the poor, to whom she was invariably and essentially kind, she was less condescending than to such as came nearer her own imagined standing; she was constantly aware that she belonged to the elect of the land! Society took its revenge; the rich trades-people looked down upon her as the school-master's daughter.
See you later. And I'll have time to thank you then." Drake went to the corral in a strolling manner. There he roped the strongest of the horses, and also the school-master's. In the midst of his saddling, Bolles came down. "Can I help you in any way?" said Bolles. "You've done it. Saved me a bothering touch-and-go play to get you out here and seem innocent. I'm going to drift." "Drift?"
It was the school-master's wont to linger a little after the rest with the priest to arrange about the order of the young people, and afterwards to go down and report the result; it was, to be sure, not the final decision, merely what the priest and he had for the present agreed upon.
"An Englishman has just discovered a means by which a ship in distress at sea can write for help on the clouds." "Extraordinary!" said Mr. Whitechoker. "It might be more so," observed the Idiot, coaxing the platterful of cakes out of the School-Master's reach by a dexterous movement of his hand. "And it will be more so some day.
Pedagog did not laugh, but mistaking his coffee-cup for a piece of toast, bit a small section out of its rim; and in the midst of Mrs. Pedagog's expostulation, which followed the School-Master's careless error, the Idiot and the Genial Old Gentleman departed, with smiles on their faces which were almost visible at the back of their respective necks.
Innes, the school-master's wife a stout, kind-hearted woman, the fine condition of whose temperament was clearly the result of her physical prosperity appeared at the door which led to the dwelling-house above, bearing in her hands a huge tureen of potato-soup, for her motherly heart could not longer endure the thought of dinnerless boys.
No sooner was she certain that they were safe under the school-master's eye than the old lady put on her black silk bonnet and her black woollen shawl, took her green cotton umbrella, which served her for a staff, and, refusing Betty's proffered assistance, set out for Dooble Sanny's shop. As she drew near she heard the sounds of his violin.
A knock brought him to the school-house door, with a candle in his hand and a look of inquiry on his face, which had grown thin and careworn since Jude last set eyes on him. That after all these years the meeting with Mr. Phillotson should be of this homely complexion destroyed at one stroke the halo which had surrounded the school-master's figure in Jude's imagination ever since their parting.
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