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And she knows what I mean. We're disheartened that's what it is!" "With the movement?" said Delia, after a moment. "It seemed so splendid when we talked of it down here and it was so horrible!" Her voice dropped. "So horrible!" echoed Miss Toogood drearily. "It wasn't what we meant, somehow. And yet we'd read about it. But to see those young women beating men's faces well, it did for me!"
In the meantime the major, with Mr Toogood, was driven home to dinner at Plumstead. Madalina's Heart Is Bleeding John Eames, as soon as he had left Mrs Arabin at the hotel and had taken his travelling-bag to his own lodgings, started off for his uncle Toogood's house. There he found Mrs Toogood, not in the most serene state of mind as to her husband's absence.
"Very disagreeable, indeed; but, upon my word, Mrs Walker, I don't know what to say about it." "You think it will go against him, Mr Toogood?" Mr Toogood shook his head, and on seeing this, Mrs Walker sighed deeply. "I can only say that I have heard nothing from the bishop as yet," said Dr Tempest, after the ladies had left the room.
If I can be of any service to you, you're as welcome to it as flowers in May; and as for billing my first-cousin, which your wife is, I should as soon think of sending in an account to my own." "But, Mr Toogood " "Do you go on now with your story; I'll put the rest all right." "I was bound to be explicit, Mr Toogood."
"You can understand that it may be necessary to prove that he is not exactly compos mentis, and if so it will be essential that he should have some influential friend near him. Otherwise that bishop will trample him into dust." If Mr Toogood could have seen the bishop at this time and have read the troubles of the poor man's heart, he would hardly have spoken of him as being so terrible a tyrant.
Poor Mr Toogood, who on ordinary days did perhaps take a few minutes' grace, was thus hurried away almost with his breakfast in his throat, and, as we have seen, just saved himself. "Perhaps, sir, you are Mr Crawley?" he said, in a good-humoured, cheery voice. He was a good-humoured, cheery-looking man, about fifty years of age, with grizzled hair and sunburnt face, and large whiskers.
His name is Toogood, and he has come down as he says to get evidence to help the poor gentleman on his trial. I cannot understand how this should be necessary, because it seems to me that the evidence should all be wanted on the other side.
One morning about the middle of April Mr Toogood received a telegram from Venice which caused him instantly to leave his business in Bedford Row and take the first train for Silverbridge.
It was then arranged that he should call on Mr Toogood that same night or early next morning, and that he should come to the hotel at twelve o'clock on the next day. Going along one of the passages he passed two gentlemen in shovel hats, with very black new coats, and knee-breeches; and Johnny could not but hear a few words which one clerical gentleman said to the other.
It's not natural; and the world wouldn't go on if there many like that. He's beckoning us, and we had better go in." Mr Toogood went first, and the major followed him. When they entered the front door they saw the skirt of a woman's dress flitting away through the door at the end of the passage, and on entering the room to the left they found Mr Crawley alone.
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