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But as Lucy turned down the driveway and the door of the Howe homestead closed, a tragic babel of voices reached her ear, piping in shrill staccato the single word: "Jane!" When Lucy reached home she found her aunt in the sitting room bending disapprovingly over the basket of undarned stockings. "I see you haven't touched these," she observed, in a chiding tone. "Where've you been?"
The cloth, Lewisham observed, as he turned towards it, had several undarned holes and discoloured places, and in the centre stood a tarnished cruet which contained mustard, pepper, vinegar, and three ambiguous dried-up bottles. The bread was on an ample board with a pious rim, and an honest wedge of cheese loomed disproportionate on a little plate. Mr. and Mrs.
Below the fountain was a square, paved court, sunlit, well warmed. Madame sat in a wicker chair, her back to the closed green jalousies of the dining-room window. Beside her was her workbox. On her knees was a spread of white linen. Madame held it a sacred duty visiter la linge once a week; and no tear remained undarned or hole unpatched for very long.
Paige and Marye came in from the glass extension where their father was pacing to and fro, smoking his bedtime cigar, and their mother began her invariable running comment concerning the day's events, rallying her children, tenderly tormenting them with their shortcomings undarned stockings, lessons imperfectly learned, little household tasks neglected she was always aware of and ready at bedtime to point out every sin of omission.
On the morning after Maurice's visit, therefore, she appeared in the sitting-room, with a heap of undarned stockings in one hand, her work-basket in the other, and with a very determined expression on her face. But the moment was not a happy one: Mrs. Cayhill was deep in WHY PAUL FERROL KILLED HIS WIFE; and would be lost to her surroundings until the end of the book was reached.
Margaret looked at him as if he were an accusing spirit, coming down, as every woman must, from heights of self-renunciation or bold resolve, to an undarned stocking or an uncooked meal. "Kittle's b'ilin'," he announced, flinging in the information as a general gratuity. "That will do, Joel," said Mrs. Howth. The tone of stately blandness which Mrs.
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