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Emanuel exclaimed again, with slight traces of excitement, and rising to heights of stature hitherto undreamt of. And the piano once more, in turn, called plaintively on love. It would be too easy to mock Emanuel's gift of song. I leave that to people named Swetnam. There can be no doubt Emanuel had a very taking voice, if thin, and that his singing gave pleasure to the majority of his hearers.
They're yesterday's, and last week's and last month's. We've been collecting them specially and keeping them nice and new-looking." "Well, you're a caution!" murmured Swetnam. "I am," Denry agreed. A number of men rushed at that instant with bundles of the genuine football edition from the offices of the Daily. "Come on!" Denry cried to them. "Come on! This way! By-by, Swetnam."
He added to Hilda: "Went to school with him!" Hilda's face burned. "I bet you don't," said Janet stoutly, from across the room. "I'll bet you a shilling I do," said Charlie. "Haven't a penny left," Janet smiled. "Father, will you lend me a shilling?" "That's what I'm here for," said Mr. Orgreave. "Mr. Orgreave," the youngest Swetnam put in, "you talk exactly like the dad talks."
The strain was terrible like waiting for a gun to go off. James was conscious of a strange vibration by his side, and saw that Jos Swetnam had got the whole of a lace handkerchief into her mouth. "O Love!" he had exclaimed, adagio and sostenuto. Then the piano, in its fashion, also said: "O Love!" "O Love!"
Nothing violent happened. He had rather expected the heavens to fall, or that at least Mrs. Prockter would exclaim: "Unhand me, monster!" But nothing violent happened. "And this is me, James Ollerenshaw!" he said to himself, still squeezing. One afternoon Sarah Swetnam called, and Helen in person opened the great door to the visitor.
Emanuel Prockter, clad in triumph, approached, and questioned James, as one shrewd man of business may question another, concerning the value in the market of Wilbraham Hall. Shortly afterwards a remarkable occurrence added zest to the party. Helen had wandered away with Sarah and Jos Swetnam.
James returned to the front room. "What's that ye're saying?" he questioned the company. "I was just saying how quaint and pretty your house is," said Sarah, and she rose to depart. More kissings, flutterings, swishings! Emanuel bowed. Emanuel followed Miss Swetnam in a few minutes. Helen accompanied him to the gate, where she stayed a little while talking to him. James was in the blackest gloom.
"What have you shaved your beard off, for? I scarcely knew you." "I just thought I would, Swetnam," said Denry, who was obviously discomposed. It was the youngest of the Swetnam boys; he and Denry had taken a sort of curt fancy to one another.
The only visitors had been Sarah Swetnam and her sister Lilian, the fiancée of Andrew Dean. The chatter of the three girls had struck James as being almost hysterically gay. But in the evening Helen was very gloomy, and he fancied a certain redness in her eyes.
The chit's as fixed on that there Emanuel Prockter as ever a chit could be!" And yet James had caught the winking with Jos Swetnam during the song! As an enigma, Helen grew darker and darker to him. He was almost ready to forswear his former belief, and to assert positively that Helen had no sense whatever. Mrs. Prockter loomed up, disengaged. "Ah, Mr.
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