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Another twelvemonth of his slavery and he would have yielded to brutalising influences which rarely relax their hold upon a man. To-day he was prompted by the instinct of flight from peril threatening all that was worthy in him. Just as the last glimmer of daylight vanished from his room there sounded a knock at the door. "Your tea's ready, Mr. Hilliard," called a woman's voice.
Before he could arrive at a decision his meditations were interrupted by the entrance of a stout, sandy-haired lady from the back parlour, who, having conquered his scruples against matrimony some thirty years before, had kept a particularly wide-awake eye upon him ever since. "Your tea's a-gettin' cold," she remarked, severely. Her husband received the news with calmness.
On their left, in the very outskirts of Ecclesthorpe, was a little stone house, roofed with stone slabs, and surrounded with gardens, bee-hives and flowers. Upon a wooden arch connecting its stone gate-posts was written "Cyclists' Rest. Tea, Minerals." "Um!" said Dick. "'Minerals' always makes me think of museums, but it only means ginger-pop and wuss. Tea's the thing, if brandy isn't."
"Tea's ready, my lad," he said; "let's have it and get out again, for there's a lot to do this evening."
My dear, there's a great many sorts of dresses and bonnets and things; and I'd always buy just that bonnet and that gown, in which I thought I could do most work for my Master; and that wouldn't be the same sort of bonnet for you and for me," she said with a merry smile. "Now ye'll have another cup of tea, and ye'll tell me if my tea's good." It was wonderfully good to me.
His speech had been prepared; but the Radical delay was a new factor of which he might take triumphant advantage. Hence the pencil notes on the sheet of foolscap, before him. A man-servant came in, turned on the electric light, pulled the curtains together and saw to the fire. "Tea's in the drawing-room, sir." "Bring me some here in a breakfast cup nothing to eat," said Paul.
"I've no job you'd care about. But the woman and the child might like a cup of tay." "All right," said the tramp, placated. "Tea's not in my way. I'll be back in 'arf a mo'. Don't you be makin' love to my ol' woman."
Plinthos estin as we say in Greek," said Kenrick. "Halloa! tea's over." "And you've been chattering so much that the new fellow's had none," said Henderson, as a bell rang and one of the monitors read a short Latin grace. The boys streamed out, and Kenrick helped his new friend to unpack his books and other treasures, and put them in his desk, for which they ordered a new lock.
Miss Violet's voice was heard calling, "Is that you, Emily? Tea's been waiting some time." It was nurse's afternoon out, and the nursery was grimly empty; but through the open, window came the evening sounds of the happy Square. Miss Emily placed Angelina in the middle of the room. "Now say you're sorry, you wicked child!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "Sowwy," came slowly from Angelina.
"She can't help that, poor girl." "A solidity of mind," said Calder, a little stiffly. "Oh, I beg pardon. But I say, Calder, what are you driving at?" "Charlie! Charlie!" sounded from outside. "Tea's ready." Calder rose and took Charlie by the arm. "Should I be safe," he asked solemnly, "in allowing myself to fall in love with Miss Bushell, or are you likely to step in again?" "You mean it?
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