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Poulter, because you can tell us what continents are divided by the Straits of Panama? Mrs. M. 'I'll lay a wager Miss Toller knows as much as we do, but the things she knows aren't the things we know. Mr. G. 'We are digressing, I am afraid. I suggest we should have a ballot.
"You are quite right your deaf man was at his window when I went by. We recognized each other and had a long talk. If I remember correctly, he said you knew of his reasons for concealing his name. One thing led to another, and I discovered that you were his hated rival in the affections of Miss Toller. I proved worthy of his confidence in me. That is to say, I told him that Mrs.
Hidden away among the hills of Western Dorset is Beaminster, a little town so placed that it may be visited from several different railway stations without much to choose in mileage or roads; possibly Crewkerne on the main line of the South Western Railway is that most used. It is about six miles from Toller, Bridport and Crewkerne, and therefore as quiet as one would expect it to be.
But he doubted his strength for such a sustained effort, and reflected that a party which contained so many men, even if forced to retreat, would be sure to take their provender with them. While he was thus reflecting he saw the kettle hoisted on the tripod, shining and glinting in the sun. Never had Toller beheld a more tempting mark.
She and Helen must seek situations as servants. Mrs. Mudge and Miss Everard went away at the end of the month. On the dining-room table after they had gone Miss Toller found two envelopes directed to her. Inside were some receipts. Mrs. Mudge had paid all the rent due to the end of Miss Toller's term, and Miss Everard the taxes. Next week Miss Toller had the following letter from her father
I shouldn't grieve if that stepmother of yours drank herself to death. O Lord, when I see what you have to go through I am ashamed of myself. But you were made one way and I another. You dear, patient creature! 'It's half-past eleven. It is time to go to bed. They went to their cold lean-to garrets under the slates. Miss Toller lay awake for hours.
I had just reminded old Toller of his age, and of the infirmities which age brings with it, when his daughter pale and languid, with signs of recent tears in her eyes entered the kitchen. When I approached her, she trembled and drew back; apparently designing to leave the room. Her father stopped her. "Mr. Gerard has something to tell you," he said. "I'm off to the mill."
Whether from awe or pity, nobody raised the price on him. Next came two Dutch prints which Mr. Toller had been eager for, and after he had secured them he went away.
His jaw dropped, and his wicked little eyes appealed to the sky. Merciful Providence! what have I done to deserve this? There, as I read him, was the thought in the miller's mind, expressed in my best English. "Have you got a spare bed in the house?" I asked. Mr. Toller forgot the respect due to the person who could stop the repairs at a moment's notice.
Poulter, your supposition is preposterous forgive me- -you do not suppose that I am unable to recognise superiority in birth, in manners, and in intellect. It was better, on this particular occasion, to conciliate Mrs. Mudge. She is not worthy of serious opposition. Miss Toller will not sit near you. Mrs. Poulter was pacified. 'I am glad to hear this explanation.
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