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Mrs. Dashwood could think of no other question, and Thomas and the tablecloth, now alike needless, were soon afterwards dismissed. Marianne had already sent to say, that she should eat nothing more. Mrs.
The cuddy looked cheerful, painted white, with gold mouldings round the panels. Opposite the curtained recess of the stern windows there was a sideboard with a marble top, and, above it, a looking-glass in a gilt frame. The semicircular couch round the stern had cushions of crimson plush. The table was covered with a black Indian tablecloth embroidered in vivid colours.
The rest of the world seemed to shred away and leave them standing in that little island of light where the tablecloth gleamed under the lamp. In his hand he clutched the precious book. Out of all the thousand things he thought, there was only one he dared to say. "Will you write my name in it?" "I'd love to," she said, a little shakily, for she, too, was strangely alarmed at certain throbbings.
"The table was covered with brilliantly coloured oilcloth, and was without tablecloth or napkins properly so called, but we used as napkins square, coloured bits of calico about the size of a large bandana handkerchief. There were no flowers, the table decorations consisting of large stands of cakes and fruit.
'Something like a gipsy lean, tall and swarthy, with jet-black eyes and an evil expression. He talks like an educated person. 'You seem to know all about him, Cargrim, said Captain Pendle, in some surprise, while Miss Whichello, her rosy face pale and scared, sat silently staring at the tablecloth.
But after her rudeness, Mrs. Howett packed her off right away. She left the very next day after poor Sir Charles died." "Where has she gone?" "To a married sister, I believe, until she finds a new job. Mrs. Howett has the address." At this moment Mrs. Howett entered, bearing a tablecloth and a number of serviettes.
"I want sympathy!" "Sympathy?" "Sympathy! And lots of it! She's gone!" "Gone! Who?" "Spectatia!" "How do you mean, gone?" Bill glowered at the tablecloth. "Gone home. I've just seen her off in a cab. She's gone back to Washington Square to pack. She's catching the ten o'clock train back to Snake Bite. It was that damned song!" muttered Bill, in a stricken voice.
"O mother!" cried Mary, "don't!" "What is it?" asked Nicholas, folding the tablecloth in careful creases. "Say your say an' git it over." Hattie rocked faster and faster. Even in the stress of the moment Nicholas remembered that the old chair was well made, and true to its equilibrium.
Wade, drawing lines on the tablecloth with his dessert knife as if it were a balance-sheet, and he was casting the final totals there. "You are a man of the world; you are clever; you are like your father before you, in that you have something that women care about. Heaven only knows what it is, for I don't!" He paused, and looked at his companion as if seeking that intangible something.
The landlady looked at the cupboard: she was proud of her cupboard. "Plenty of room there," she said boastfully: "not another house in the neighbourhood could offer you such accommodation as that! Yes the lock is out of order; I don't deny it. The last lodger's doings! She spoilt my tablecloth, and put the inkstand over it to hide the place. Beast! there's her character in one word.
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