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'Oh, don't, began Nuttie, much gratified, but at that moment Miss Nugent came out at her door, and Mr. Spyers, who was some way in advance, looked round and waited for them to come up. He held out his hands to her and said, 'Well, Nuttie, my child, you are going to begin a new life. 'Oh dear! I wish I could have both! cried Nuttie, not very relevantly as far as the words went.
Spyers at the door talking to old Bellman; the Town Hall, whose concerts, lectures, and S. P. G. meetings had been her chief gaiety and excitement; the School of Art, where Lady Kirkaldy's appearance now seemed to her to have been like that of a bird of omen; past the shops in the High Street, with a little exultation at the thought of past desires which they had excited.
Spyers was too much immersed in parish matters to read anything secular, and neither he nor Gerard Godfrey seemed ever to talk of anything but parish matters. There was not the slightest interest in anything beyond. Foreign politics, European celebrities, things in which Nuttie had learnt to take warm interest when with the Kirkaldys, were nothing to them.
Spyers was endeavouring to bind people together in a guild; how a violent gust of temperance orators had come down upon the place, and altogether fascinated and carried away Gerard Godfrey. There was his name at last, and Nuttie was rather gratified to feel herself blushing as she asked, 'Ah! poor Gerard how is he? 'As good and sincere as ever, said Miss Nugent, 'but not much wiser.
The opposite neighbours were a master of the Modern School and a scholar. Indeed, the saying of the vicar, the Rev. Francis Spyers, was, and St. Ambrose's Road was proud of it, that it was a professional place. Every one had something to do either with schools or umbrellas, scarcely excepting the doctor and the solicitor, for the former attended the pupils and the latter supplied them. Mr.
Spyers do? and who will take my class? Mother, couldn't we stay a little longer to set things going here? 'It is nice of you to have thought of it, my dear, said Mrs. Egremont, 'but your father would not like to stay on here. 'But mightn't I stay, just a few days, mother, to wish everybody good-bye? Mr. Dutton, and Miss Mary, and Gerard, and all the girls?
Dutton is away, added Mary, 'taking his young men's class and all. 'Oh! is Mr. Dutton away? 'Yes; he has had to be in London a great deal of late. I am afraid he may have to live there altogether. 'What a grievous pity! 'He won't be anywhere without doing good, said Miss Headworth, 'but I sometimes wish we had his cool good sense here. 'And how is Mr. Spyers, asked Nuttie.
Chickweed in apprehending the man as robbed his house. "I see him, Spyers," said Chickweed, "pass my house yesterday morning," "Why didn't you up, and collar him!" says Spyers. "I was so struck all of a heap, that you might have fractured my skull with a toothpick," says the poor man; "but we're sure to have him; for between ten and eleven o'clock at night he passed again."
She felt shy of asking for Gerard Godfrey, or perhaps she thought she ought to be shy of his name, and kept hoping that it would come in naturally. 'Mr. Spyers is very well. Very busy of course, and very much delighted with your mother's gifts to the church. All her own work, isn't it, Nuttie? 'Yes; every bit.
'Jem Spyers, resumed the officer, 'for a long time said nothing at all, and listened to everything without seeming to, which showed he understood his business. But, one morning, he walked into the bar, and taking out his snuffbox, says "Chickweed, I've found out who done this here robbery." "Have you?" said Chickweed. "Oh, my dear Spyers, only let me have wengeance, and I shall die contented!
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