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"But in practice, under such circumstances, which we none of us anticipate, Mr Toogood, the living should no doubt be vacated. Mr Crawley would probably hardly wish to come back. The jury will do their work before we can do ours, will do it on a much better base than any we can have; and, when they have done it, the thing ought to be finished.
There have been many theatrical managers, you know, Mr Harding, who have usually made up their pieces according to the dresses they have happened to have in their wardrobes." "Have there, indeed, now? I never should have thought of that." "And we lawyers have to do the same thing." "Not with your clothes, Mr Toogood?" "Not exactly with our clothes; but with our information."
'Andrey gave way about the victuals, and the clerk called in a second witness who wouldn't be likely to gossip about it, and soon the knot was tied, and the bride looked smiling and calm forthwith, and Andrey limper than ever. "Now," said Pa'son Toogood, "you two must come to my house, and have a good lining put to your insides before you go a step further."
But they started back-along as well as they could, though they were so done up that they could only drag along at a' amble, and not much of that at a time. "We shall never, never get there!" groaned Mr. Toogood, quite bowed down. "Never!" groans the clerk. "'Tis a judgment upon us for our iniquities!" "I fear it is," murmurs the pa'son.
"I understand all that," said Johnny. "So that, in fact, I shall expect to see you both together," said Toogood. "I hope the dean is a good fellow." "They tell me he is a very good fellow." "I never did see much of bishops or deans as yet," said Johnny, "and I should feel rather awe-struck travelling with one." "I should fancy that a dean is very much like anybody else."
They went down Ivy Road and into Skeaton High Street. Here were the shops. Mr. Bloods, the bookseller's, Tunstall the butcher, Toogood the grocer, Father the draper, Minster the picture-dealer, Harcourt the haberdasher, and so on. Maggie rather liked the High Street; it reminded her of the High Street in Polchester, although there was no hill. Out of the High Street and on to the Esplanade.
Mr Toogood, as he said this, felt a little twinge of conscience. He did believe Mr Crawley to be innocent, but he was not so sure of it as his words would seem to imply. Nevertheless he repeated the words again; "as innocent as I am." "I don't know," said Mr Crawley. "I don't know. I think I am; but I don't know." "I believe you are. But you see the case is a very distressing one.
Two of these men carried stable lanterns, and were obviously guiding their companion up to the door of the pavilion. The light of the lanterns illumined one face after another. De Chavasse recognized his two serving-men, Busy and Toogood; the man who was with them was petty-constable Pyot.
I'll write a long letter on a sheet of foolscap paper, with a regular margin, so that it must come before the Board, and perhaps that will frighten him." When he mentioned his difficulty on that evening to Mr Toogood, the lawyer begged him to give up the journey. "It will only be sending a clerk, and it won't cost so very much after all," said Toogood.
"But he would understand," she said to herself, drearily, as she moved on again. "If he knew, he would understand." Now she must hurry on. She turned into the broad High Street of the village, observed by many people, and half way down, she stopped at a door on which was a brass plate, "Miss Toogood, Dressmaker."
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