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To him it was turning a tremendous and properly scathing joke upon them. He did not hesitate. That evening, as Richard Lindley sat at dinner with his mother, Joe Varden temporarily abandoned his attendance at the table to answer the front doorbell. Upon his return, he remarked: "Messenger-boy mus' been in big hurry. Wouldn' wait till I git to door." "What was it?" asked Richard.
Mr Chester perceiving this, and seeing how the volume was lettered on the back, took it gently from her hand, and turned the fluttering leaves. 'My favourite book, dear madam. You know Ned? Mrs Varden had that honour, and a fine affable young gentleman he was. 'You're a mother, Mrs Varden, said Mr Chester, taking a pinch of snuff, 'and you know what I, as a father, feel, when he is praised.
The bell rang, and they went in for the hour of school that concluded the morning. Varden brought his health certificate a pompous document asserting that he had not suffered from roseola or kindred ailments in the holidays and for a long time Rickie sat with it before him, spread open upon his desk. He did not quite like the job.
'There is a young man of the name of Joseph Willet, sir, said Mrs Varden, folding her hands loftily. 'That's he, cried Mr Chester. 'Suppose this Joseph Willet now, were to aspire to the affections of your charming daughter, and were to engage them. 'It would be like his impudence, interposed Mrs Varden, bridling, 'to dare to think of such a thing! 'My dear madam, that's the whole case.
If the lad is dead indeed, we'll deal kindly by his memory. 'A runaway and a vagabond! said Mrs Varden. Miss Miggs expressed her concurrence as before. 'A runaway, my dear, but not a vagabond, returned the locksmith in a gentle tone. 'He behaved himself well, did Joe always and was a handsome, manly fellow. Don't call him a vagabond, Martha. Mrs Varden coughed and so did Miggs.
Gabriel Varden remained standing in the road with the broken lantern in his hand, listening in stupefied silence until no sound reached his ear but the moaning of the wind, and the fast-falling rain; when he struck himself one or two smart blows in the breast by way of rousing himself, and broke into an exclamation of surprise.
Mrs Varden was obdurate, and being so was not to be overcome by mortal agency. 'Good night if I must say it, said Joe, sorrowfully. 'Good night, said Dolly. She would have added, 'Take care of that man, and pray don't trust him, but he had turned his horse's head, and was standing close to them.
'Is there no way of helping you? said the governor. 'None, Mr Akerman. You'll do your duty, and I'll do mine. Once again, you robbers and cut-throats, said the locksmith, turning round upon them, 'I refuse. Ah! Howl till you're hoarse. I refuse. 'Stay stay! said the jailer, hastily. 'Mr Varden, I know you for a worthy man, and one who would do no unlawful act except upon compulsion
We all know that. 'No, but my good soul, said Gabriel, 'you are quite mistaken. You are indeed. I was delighted to find you so kind and ready. I waited, my dear, anxiously, I assure you, to hear what you would say. 'You waited anxiously, repeated Mrs V. 'Yes! Thank you, Varden. You waited, as you always do, that I might bear the blame, if any came of it.
But there was no up-and-moving spirit to the campaign. An old man writing letters even such an old man as General Varden Waymouth was in the estimation of his State is a small voice in the wilderness of politics. The Democrats had vociferous orators. Those orators had for text State extravagance, unjust taxation, and all the other charges "the unders" may bring against the reigning rulers.
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