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Lynch, sweeping the bare rooms with an appraising eye. "That stove's good as new under the rust." "Oh, you will help, won't you? I can't do anything without you." "That I will, Miss Robin." Mrs. Moira promised with no thought of the added tax it must be on her energy.
There is bustle everywhere, the rattle uv pans an' the clatter of dishes; an' the new kitchen stove begins to warm up an' git red, till Helen loses her wits and is flustered, an' sez she never could git the hang o' that stove's dampers. "An' now," murmured Ezra gently, as a tone of deeper reverence crept into his voice, "I can see Father sittin' all by himself in the parlour.
The young women, the old woman, the maid and man who would be married some day if they lived, the husband and wife who had been lovers like them only a few years ago, and who now had these three little lives to guard, all sat wrapped in their own thoughts. Rachael sat staring at the stove's red eye, thinking, thinking, thinking.
Ah wish you-all'd eat that brekfus an' vamoose outen my way. Ah hes t' scrub this hull floor soon ez th' stove's shined!" "That's exactly why I came in, Sary to get breakfast out of your way," returned Mrs. Brewster, sending a swift glance at Polly and Anne. As Sary's words made way for their work, all fell to with a vim. Polly and Anne carried dishes and chairs out of the room, while Mrs.
She dreamed of echoing halls hung with Oriental draperies and lighted by tall bronze candelabra, while two tall footmen in knee-breeches drowsed in great armchairs by reason of the heating stove's oppressive warmth.
Ford would not have borne the look if he had seen it; but he was caressing a bruise on the point of his jaw and staring dejectedly into the meager blaze which rimmed the lower edge of the stove's front door, and so remained unconscious of his companion's impertinence. "Who was the lady, Sandy?" he begged dispiritedly, after a silence. "Search me" Sandy replied again succinctly.
She herself was moved by Hannah's plight, but tenderness and pity were complicated by a renewed sense of rebellion against an existence that exacted such a situation. "I hope the stove's all right, mother," she said. "Mr. Tiernan seemed to think it was a good one." "It's a different thing," declared Hannah.
"Why did you destroy the things?" Charnock sat down and awkwardly lighted his pipe. "Wanted to begin again with what they call a clean slate. Besides, the stove's the best place for bills that bother you." "You can't get rid of the debts by burning the bills." "That's true," said Charnock with a grin. "Unfortunately obvious, in fact! However, I cut up my account book."
Down underneath is the place for these, snug away in that corner, beneath this stuff. There, that's good." No sense of shame or pity struck the villain's heart, as he gave one more swift glance at the sweet face before him ere he slammed down the cover. Then locking the chest he was about to put the key into his pocket. "No, that won't do," he thought. "The stove's the best place for you.
"I never loaded a big one," said Mr Preddle, "but I used to have a brass one when I was a boy, and I've loaded and fired that." "It is precisely the same, sir. Have it ready, and a poker in the galley red-hot. Bah! we have no fire." "Wrong, sir. Stove's going, and the kettle nearly on the bile," growled Dumlow, who had limped up. "Bravo!" cried the mate. "They have not taken us yet.
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