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But a dark horse won: the Jews knew I was done: so now it was a race which should take me. Sloman had seven writs out: I was in a corner. I got a friend that knows every move to sign me into this asylum. They thought it was all up then, and he is bringing them to a shilling in the pound." Before he could complete this autobiographical sketch Mrs.
It was just after you had sailed, and I had cut out the ship-list to send you; and I had worked myself up to believe you would go back to Fanny Meyrick if you had the chance. I told Aunt Sloman that it was all over between us that you might continue to write to me, but I begged that she would keep all your letters in a box until I should ask her for them."
Apparently the scrutiny was satisfactory, for he took out a little black book from his pocket, and turning over the leaves, said, "Certainly, here it is No. 30 Elm street, West Philadelphia." Over the river, then, again: no wonder I had not seen them in the Sunday's search. "I will take you over," said Dr. R , replacing the book in his pocket again. "Mrs. Sloman is on my list.
Sloman that they appear to have been thoroughly commonplace, well behaved, occasionally hilarious Englishmen, ready to endure whatever befell them, if unavoidable; accustomed to take their ease in their inn and to turn round and look at any pretty woman they might chance to meet on their travels.
Why did she look so hot and scornful? I was disturbed and anxious: what was there in the book or in me to anger her? As quickly as possible I drew her away from the bustling crowd when the service was concluded. Fortunately, there was a side-door through which we could pass out into the quiet churchyard, and we vanished through it, leaving Mrs. Sloman far behind.
The two young ladies were driving off in Fanny Meyrick's phaeton, having evidently come to the hotel and waited while it was being made ready. "Pique for pique! Serves me right, I suppose." Evening found me at the Sloman cottage, waiting with Mrs. Sloman by the tea-table. Why do I always remember her, sitting monumental by the silver urn? "The girls are very late to-night." "Yes."
So I loitered with my cigar after dinner, and took a nap on the sofa in my room. I was piqued, and did not care to conceal it. As the clock struck five I bethought me it was time to betake me to the Sloman cottage. A sound of wheels and a carriage turning brought me to the window.
I had often driven over there with Aunt Sloman: indeed, Sophia that's the one you saw is a great friend of Aunt Maria's." "So the lady-abbess confessed, did she?" I asked with some curiosity. "Yes: she said you were rudely inquisitive; but she excused you as unfamiliar with Shaker ways." "And were you really at Watervliet?" "Yes, but don't be in a hurry: we'll come to that presently.
Sloman had been at pains to tell me, when my frequent visits to her cottage made it necessary that I should in some fashion explain to her as to what I wanted there, that her niece, Bessie Stewart, was in nowise dependent on her, not even for a home. "This cottage we rent in common.
Robinson on this occasion had no rival, but not the less were his torments very great. "Argentine brightness!" said Mr. Giles. "What's 'argentine? I don't like 'argentine. You'd better put that out, Mr. Robinson." "It's the most effective word in the whole notice," said Robinson, and then he passed on. "Tons weight of towelling!" said Mr. Sloman. "That's coming it a little too strong, Mr.
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