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Grey really possessed, that both sister-in-law and servant stood petrified, and offered no resistance, until Miss Gascoigne said, quivering with passion. "This can not go on. I will know at once my rights in this house, or quit it. Phillis, knock at the study-door and say I wish to speak to Dr. Grey that is, if Mrs. Grey, your mistress, will allow you." "Certainly," said Christian.
Florence then steals away and goes upstairs to the old bedroom with Mrs Blimber and Cornelia; Mr Toots, who feels that neither he nor anybody else is wanted there, stands talking to the Doctor at the study-door, or rather hearing the Doctor talk to him, and wondering how he ever thought the study a great sanctuary, and the Doctor, with his round turned legs, like a clerical pianoforte, an awful man.
A tap of the knuckles, which sounded hollow and strange, for they had reached the study-door.
Fairchild, supposing that he had some letters to write, got her breakfast quietly; after which she sent Lucy to ask her father if he would not choose any breakfast. When Mr. Fairchild heard Lucy's voice at the study-door, he came out, and followed her into the parlour. When Mrs. Fairchild looked at her husband's face she saw that something had grieved him very much.
"But de blessedest man in de world oughter know de truth; dat's what I tink!" "Yes, true enough!" said Miss Prissy. "I'll tell him, anyway." Miss Prissy was as good as her word; for that evening, when the Doctor had retired to his study, she took her life in her hand, and, walking swiftly as a cat, tapped rather timidly at the study-door, which the Doctor opening said, benignantly,
"Sneezum, Sneezum!" cried old Morgan, kicking with all his might at the study-door; and interrupting me before I could exactly settle how the sentence was to be properly ended "Come and bid poor Billy good-bye." "Billy? who's Billy?" I thought a little perplexed, perhaps, with the labours of composition.
I heard the door-bell ring, and I heard Coates's regular tread as he proceeded along the passage. There was a brief, muttered colloquy, a rap on the study-door, and Coates entered. "A sergeant of police and a constable, sir, to see Inspector Gatton!" Damar Greefe raised his thin, yellow hand. His voice, when next he spoke, exhibited no trace of emotion. "Let them be told to wait," he said.
This hole in her brother's study-door was indeed as well known to Mrs Bridget, and had been as frequently applied to by her, as the famous hole in the wall was by Thisbe of old. This served to many good purposes. For by such means Mrs Bridget became often acquainted with her brother's inclinations, without giving him the trouble of repeating them to her.
"I'll let them see that I think myself just as good as Queen Victoria, if I do live out," said another dignified auxiliary. "She must be a dreadful mean-spirited creature." "Why, they do say she'll brush them great boys' shoes. I saw her myself, through the study-door, pull off Mr Elliott's boots as humble as could be."
"I don't know what they put you in his form for, Blockhead." He was pleased with the word, and he repeated it at the top of his voice. "Blockhead! Blockhead! Club-footed blockhead!" That relieved him a little. He saw Philip redden suddenly. Philip put down his Caesar and went silently out. Philip went to the headmaster's house and knocked at his study-door. Mr. Perkins was seated at his table.
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