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Tucker, an influential citizen, moved finally that the school managers be instructed to engage a Mr. Sellars, of Dresden, as teacher at the West Joliet School. He said Mr. Sellars was a young man from New England who had been teaching for a term at Dresden, and had given great satisfaction.
"No, I'm no' comin' to nae meetin'. I want naethin' to dae wi' yer unions. I can get on weel enough without them," curtly said Dan Sellars, the inmate. He was what Geordie somewhat expressively called a "belly-crawler," a talebearer, and one who drank and gambled along with Walker, Fleming, Robertson and a few others.
The maternal Sellars, stouter than ever, had been accommodated with a chair at least, I assumed so, she being in a sitting posture; the chair itself was not in evidence. She greeted me with more graciousness than I had expected, enquiring after my health with pointedness and an amount of tender solicitude that, until the explanation broke upon me, somewhat puzzled me. Mr.
The maternal Sellars, putting away with her blunt pencil considerations of material nature, embraced the table with a smile. "But it is a sad thing," sighed the maternal Sellars the next moment, with a shake of her huge head, "when your daughter marries, and goes away and leaves you."
Miss Sellars thoughtfully removed it, and threw it away. Our lips met. Her large arms closed about my neck and held me tight. "Well, I'm sure!" came the voice of Mrs. Peedles, as from afar. "Nice goings on!"
"He's round the corner," I heard Miss Sellars explain in a lower voice; and there followed a snigger. "He's a bit shy, ain't he?" suggested Mrs. Peedles in a whisper. "I've had enough of the other sort," was Miss Sellars' answer in low tones. "Ah, well; it's the shy ones that come out the strongest after a bit leastways, that's been my experience." "He'll do all right. So long."
My neighbours of the first floor knocked at the door a little while afterwards; and genteelly late arrived Miss Rosina Sellars, coldly gleaming in a decollete but awe-inspiring costume of mingled black and scarlet, out of which her fair, if fleshy, neck and arms shone luxuriant. We did not go into supper; instead, supper came into us from the restaurant at the corner of the Blackfriars Road.
"Don't gentlemen wear coats of a hevening nowadays?" asked Miss Sellars, tartly, of the lank young man. "New fashion just come in?" "I don't know what gentlemen wear in the evening or what they don't," retorted the lank young man, who appeared to be in an aggressive mood. "If I can find one in this street, I'll ast him and let you know."
It received her with an agonised groan. Indeed, the insistence with which this article of furniture throughout the evening called attention to its sufferings was really quite distracting. With every breath that Mrs. Sellars took it moaned wearily. There were moments when it literally shrieked. I could not have accepted Mrs.
Miss Sellars, with a look that pierced my heart, dropped her somewhat large head upon my shoulder, leaving, as I observed the next day, a patch of powder on my coat. Miss Sellars observed that one of the saddest things in the world was unrequited love. I replied gallantly, "Whateryou know about it?" "Ah, you men, you men," murmured Miss Sellars; "you're all alike."
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