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Or room for her mother's letters might be made by removing or destroying letters that began to amass directly touching her desire for employment from city friends of Uncle Pyke, from Mr. Simcox. But, no, unutterably precious those!
Rosalie, at the beginning, with Miss Salmon, paid 18/6 a week, and out of the twenty-five shillings paid her, at first, every Friday by Mr. Simcox there remained what seemed to Rosalie great wealth. She set herself to save on it and her first purpose in thus saving was to accumulate money on which she could draw so as to be able to pay for a room private to herself.
When I told her she ought to pray to God to bless her benefactor, she would not rest till I had repeated a prayer out of our Sunday School book, and she got it by heart at once." "Enough, Mr. Simcox. I will not detain you longer."
Indeed with his quick ways, his shortness, his bushy little grey whiskers and his pepper and salt suit with its flapping pockets, Mr. Simcox was very like one of those funny little jack-in-the-boxes they used to sell. He said to her, regarding her with very apparent pleasure and esteem, "Well, that's very nice of you. That really is very nice of you. And it's most wonderful. It is indeed.
"Knowing the sort of man Simcox is," said Daintree, "you'll understand that he was rather out of it at first in a-house full of boys just out of hospital and jolly glad to have a chance of running about a bit. Pat Singleton wasn't there when Simcox arrived. But the others were nearly as bad; silly jokes from morning to night and an infernal row always going on.
That's not the way he put it He didn't feel that she was just an ordinary girl the sort one falls in love with. She was well, he didn't think of her as flesh and blood more a kind of vision spiritual, you know." "Angel?" I said. "That sort of thing. You know. That was the idea that gripped Simcox while he lay there in the shell hole.
"Gentlemen all, Miss Florence Simcox or shall us say Mrs Offlow, wife of the gentleman who has just obliged the champion female clog-dancer of the Midlands, will now oblige." These words put every man whom they surprised into a state of unusual animation; and they surprised most of the company. It may be doubted whether a female clog-dancer had ever footed it in Bursley.
"Yet I am sure I should have felt the same for you if you had been oh! ever so old!" "What, with wrinkled cheeks, and palsied head, and a brown wig, and no teeth, like Mr. Simcox?" "Oh, but you could never be like that! You would always look young your heart would be always in your face. That clear smile ah, you would look beautiful to the last!"
Simcox himself averred. She could read aloud and fluently to Maltravers, and copied out his poetry in a small, fluctuating hand, and he had no longer to chase throughout his vocabulary for short Saxon monosyllables to make the bridge of intercourse between their ideas. Eros and Psyche are ever united, and Love opens all the petals of the soul.
Equipment, rifles and all the rest of it lying about, as well as other things pretty ghastly things." "You needn't go into details," I said. "I can guess." "I'm only telling you this," said Daintree, "because all the stuff lying about seems to have interested Simcox. It's odd the feelings men have at these times. Simcox says the thing he chiefly wanted to do was to tidy up.
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