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The liquor was brought. Presently some one called to Mrs. Sprowl, who went out.
"Do you know where my silver spoon is?" she asked, looking closely at him. "Your silver spoon?" he returned, in surprise. "Have you lost it?" The article in question, together with a fork, hod been a wedding-present from Mrs. Sprowl, whose character had in it a sort of vulgar generosity, displayed at times in gifts to Harriet. "I can't find it," Harriet said.
The which speech, in a way of implication, made Deacon Clues to understand that I would not absolutely refuse an honour thrust upon me, while it maintained an outward show of humility and moderation. There was, however, a gleg old carlin among the gossips then present, one Mrs Sprowl, the widow of a deceased magistrate, and she cried out aloud:
Thence across East Penobscot Bay, by Deer Island Thoroughfare, to the granite wharf at Stonington, the rockiest town in the United States. Here they disembarked, and a short walk up a side-street brought them to the house of Spurling's uncle, Mr. Thomas Sprowl. Uncle Tom was at home, confined by his rheumatism and the doctor's orders. He greeted the boys gladly.
"We do," answered Jim. "Let's have your dip-net!" Stepping upon the car, he was soon bailing out the lobsters. Captain Higgins placed them in a tub on his deck scale. "Going to be here long, boys?" "We've taken the island for the season from my Uncle Tom Sprowl." "So you're Cap'n Tom's nephew? Must be Ezra Spurling's boy." Jim nodded. "Glad to meet you!
Once she looked directly into Ida's face and smiled. Mrs. Sprowl had been summoned, and appeared in all the magnificence of accumulated rings, bracelets, necklaces, and watch-chains. Helter hoped to make good use of her.
She entered by a private door, and passed into a parlour, which was behind the bar. A woman was sitting in the room, beguiling her leisure with a Sunday paper. She was dressed with vulgar showiness, and made a lavish display of jewellery, more or less valuable. Eight years ago she was a servant in Mr. Smales's house, and her name was Sarah. She had married in the meanwhile, and become Mrs. Sprowl.
The case was attracting much interest in court, and the public seats were quite full. Mrs. Sprowl looked round in evident enjoyment of her position. There was a slight pause, and then the examination continued. "Of what nature was the trouble you speak of, caused by the prisoner between this lady and her husband?" "Mr. Casti began to pay a good deal too much attention to her."
Sprowl, in the pore thing's 'appy days, before ever she married. But of course it ain't likely as Mrs. Sprowl can keep her as long as her pore life lasts; not to speak of the expense; its a terrible responsibility, owin' to the hepiplectic ailment, mem, as of course you understand." "Can't she get into any hospital!" "She only just came out, mem, not two weeks ago.
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