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She could not bear to make public Tom's misery and Esther's shame. "And you say he is a Stowbury man? That is certainly a claim. I always feel bound, somewhat as a member of Parliament might be, to do my best for any one belonging to my native town. So be satisfied, Mrs. Hand; consider the thing settled."
Thirdly, she had a war with the landlady, partly on the subject of their fire which, with her Stowbury notions on the subject of coals, seemed wretchedly mean and small and partly on the question of table cloths at tea, which Mrs. Jones had "never heard of," especially when the use of plate and lines was included in the rent.
"Well, I won't, though it's his right name a fellow who could Look you, Miss Hilary, when his father sent to me to beg ten pounds to bury his mother with. I did bury her, and him also, a month after, very respectably too, though he had no claim upon me, except that he came from Stowbury. And I stood godfather to the child, and I've done my duty by him.
It would be a grand romantic wind-up to the story which Stowbury used to tell of how the 'prentice boy stared his eyes out at the beautiful young lady; and you would get the advantage of 'my house in Russell Square, 'my carriage and servants, and be able to elevate your whole family. Do, now! set your cap at Peter Ascott."
When she had given in her advertisement at the Times office, and was standing behind the counter waiting for her change and receipt, there stood beside her a young man, also waiting. She had hardly noticed him, till on his talking to the clerk about some misprint in his advertisement, apparently one of the great column of "Want Places," her ear was caught by the unmistakable Stowbury accent.
Miss Selina was, as I have stated, the beauty of the family, and had once been an acknowledged Stowbury belle. Even now, though nigh upon forty, when carefully and becomingly dressed, her tall figure, and her well featured, fair complexioned, unwrinkled face, made her still appear a very personable woman.
The time I am telling of now is long ago. The Stowbury children, who were then little boys and girls, are now fathers and mothers doubtless a large proportion being decent tradesfolk in Stowbury still; though, in this locomotive quarter, many must have drifted elsewhere where, Heaven knows.
With many stipulations and warnings never to presume on past relations, never even to mention Stowbury, on pain of instant dismissal still, she did take her, and Elizabeth staid. At every one of Miss Hilary's visits, lying in wait in the bed chamber, or on the staircase, or creeping up at the last minute to open the hall door, was sure to appear the familiar face, beaming all over.
This being the position of affairs, it was not surprising that after Ascott's last speech Hilary's mind wandered from Dido and Æneas to vague listening, as the lad began talking of his grand future the future of a medical student, all expenses being paid by his godfather, Mr. Ascott, the merchant, of Russell Square, once a shop boy of Stowbury.
Perhaps I'm going your way? Would you like company home?" "No, thank you," said Elizabeth, with great dignity. "Well, won't you even tell a fellow your name? Mine's Tom Cliffe, and I live " "Cliffe! Are you little Tommy Cliffe, and do you come from Stowbury?" And all Elizabeth's heart was in her eyes. As has been said, she was of a specially tenacious nature.
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