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"But you've just said that Mr Soames's cheque was the cheque the parson stole," said the astonished landlord, turning with open eyes upon his cousin. "You be blowed," said Dan Stringer, the clerk, to Mr John Stringer, the landlord; and then walked out of the room back to the bar. "I understand nothing about it, nothing at all," said the gouty man.
This feeling had long been at the bottom of Soames's heart; he had never, however, put it into words. "Oh!" he Muttered, "so you're beginning to...." He stopped, but added, with an uncontrollable burst of spite: "June's got a temper of her own always had." "A temper's not a bad thing in an angel." Soames had never called Irene an angel.
I looked out for what the metropolitan reviewers would have to say. They seemed to fall into two classes: those who had little to say and those who had nothing. The second class was the larger, and the words of the first were cold; insomuch that Strikes a note of modernity. . . . These tripping numbers. "The Preston Telegraph." was the only lure offered in advertisements by Soames's publisher.
There was a miserable little room called a kitchen to the right as you entered the door, in which the grate was worn out, and behind this was a shed with a copper. In the garden there remained the stumps and stalks of Mr. Soames's cabbages, and there were weeds in plenty, and a damp hole among some elder bushes called an arbour.
"Yes, I said a good deal about it. I asked why a cheque of Mr Soames's was brought to me, instead of being taken to the bank for money; and Stringer explained to me that they were not very fond of going to the bank, as they owed money there, but that I could pay it into my account. Only I kept my account at the other bank." "You might have paid it in there?" said Johnny.
His cousin John left the inn almost immediately, as, indeed, he must have done had there been no question of Mr Soames's cheque, and then there was nothing more heard of the Stringers in Barchester.
But I did not take my failure as wholly incompatible with a meaning in Soames's mind. Might it not rather indicate the depth of his meaning? As for the craftsmanship, "rouged with rust" seemed to me a fine stroke, and "nor not" instead of "and" had a curious felicity. I wondered who the "young woman" was and what she had made of it all.
And, having got what he wanted, he took his hat and went away. It was a fine afternoon, and he walked across the Park towards Soames's, where he intended to dine, for Emily's toe kept her in bed, and Rachel and Cicely were on a visit to the country.
When he went to Soames's that evening he felt that life was hard on him: There was Emily with a bad toe, and Rachel gadding about in the country; he got no sympathy from anybody; and Ann, she was ill he did not believe she would last through the summer; he had called there three times now without her being able to see him!
He walked home, and going upstairs, woke Emily out of the first sleep she had had for four and twenty hours, to tell her that it was his impression things were in a bad way at Soames's; on this theme he descanted for half an hour, until at last, saying that he would not sleep a wink, he turned on his side and instantly began to snore.
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