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Sowerby's hint about the horse and the hundred and thirty pounds. Robarts, as he walked back to his hotel, thought that he certainly would accept the Barchester promotion, and was very glad that he had said nothing on the subject to his brother. On the whole his spirits were much raised.
Just when he was about to begin, she made her father laugh by crying out in a rapture, 'Oh! Delphica! For she was naughtily aware of Dudley Sowerby's distaste for the story and disgust with the damsel Delphica. Nesta gave Dr.
"If Mark really be in any difficulty," he said, later in the evening, "we must put him on his legs." "You mean, pay his debts?" "Yes; he has no debts except these acceptances of Sowerby's." "How much will it be, Ludovic?" "A thousand pounds, perhaps, more or less. I'll find the money, mother; only I shan't be able to pay you quite as soon as I intended."
Mark's mind immediately flew off to Mr. Sowerby's bill, but he could not think it possible that Mr. Crawley could have had anything to do with that. "But as a brother clergyman, and as one who esteems you much and wishes you well, I have thought myself bound to take this matter in hand." "What matter is it, Crawley?" "Mr.
And then he put away Sowerby's letter carefully, locking it up from his wife's sight. It was a letter that no parish clergyman should have received. So much he acknowledged to himself. But nevertheless it was necessary that he should keep it. And now again for a few hours this affair made him very miserable. Delicate Hints
It was very painful to him to hear Lady Lufton called an old woman, and hardly less so to discuss the propriety of Lord Lufton's parting with his property. This was irksome to him, till habit made it easy. But by degrees his feelings became less acute, and he accustomed himself to his friend Sowerby's mode of talking. And then on Saturday afternoon they all went over to Barchester.
Don't you be surprised, Mr. Roach, if you find yourself in the middle of a menagerie and Martha Sowerby's Dickon more at home than you or me could ever be." There really was a sort of Magic about Dickon, as Mary always privately believed. When Mr. Roach heard his name he smiled quite leniently. "He'd be at home in Buckingham Palace or at the bottom of a coal mine," he said.
Victor loved clear honesty, as he loved light: and though he hated to be accused of not showing a clean face in the light, he would have been moved and lifted to confess to a spot by the touch at his heart. Dudley Sowerby's deficiencies, however, were outweighed by the palpable advantages of his birth, his prospects, and his good repute for conduct; add thereto his gentlemanly manners.
A stooping figure in a shabby, black frock-coat, the figure of a man who wore a dilapidated bowler pressed down upon his ears, who had a greasy, Semitic countenance, with a scrubby, curling, sandy colored beard, sparse as the vegetation of a desert, appeared at Sowerby's elbow. He carried a brimming pewter pot.
Dicky had a poor opinion of Sowerby's sense or ability, and yet he knew that if he were in Sowerby's present situation living or dead Sowerby would spill his blood a hundred useless times, if need be, to save him. He had no idea of leaving Sowerby where he was, if alive; or of not avenging him one way or another if dead. But how that might be he was not on the instant sure.
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