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'She's no comfort to me, cried Gabriel, made bold by despair. 'She's the misery of my life. She's all the plagues of Egypt in one. 'She's considered so, I have no doubt, said Mrs Varden. 'I was prepared for that; it's natural; it's of a piece with the rest.
Find a man for Governor of this State, groom him, work him out, score him down and shove him under the wire of State Convention a winner inside of two weeks? Varden, you know politics better than that! You forgotten by the younger generation of this State? Harlan, what have you to say to that?" The young man stood up. He had listened well and listened long that evening.
All those who had already been conspicuous were there, and others who had friends or relatives within the jail hastened to the attack. Hugh had brought, by force, old Gabriel Varden to pick the lock of the great door, but this the sturdy locksmith resolutely refused to do.
Hugh opened his eyes on hearing this, and looked at him in great surprise. And so you were, too, said Mr Tappertit, pushing him away with a condescending playfulness. 'When did MY eyes ever deceive unless it was a young woman! Don't you know me now? 'Why it an't Hugh faltered. 'An't it? said Mr Tappertit. 'Are you sure of that? You remember G. Varden, don't you?
Varden, give me your hand. Say that you'll do it!" "Let's sit down a moment," said the General, solemn gentleness in his tone. "I have something that it's in my heart to say." He drew his chair even closer to them. They waited a few moments for him to speak. In that room with its dignity of ancient things, with the silence of the summer night surrounding, that waiting was impressive.
Mrs Varden slightly raised her hands, shook her head, and looked at the ground as though she saw straight through the globe, out at the other end, and into the immensity of space beyond. 'I may confide in you, said Mr Chester, 'without reserve. I love my son, ma'am, dearly; and loving him as I do, I would save him from working certain misery. You know of his attachment to Miss Haredale.
'Is but a plain honest man, returned Mr Haredale, 'and quite unworthy of your notice. 'Gabriel Varden by name, sir, said the locksmith bluntly. 'A worthy English yeoman! said Mr Chester. 'A most worthy yeoman, of whom I have frequently heard my son Ned darling fellow speak, and have often wished to see. Varden, my good friend, I am glad to know you.
They say it twanged the night before our team beat the basket-ball team from Varden Preparatory. There was a girl here once who ran away because her folks went to Europe and left her behind at school.
Mrs Varden called up quite a courtly air, and became seated. 'You guess my object? said Mr Chester, drawing a chair towards her. 'You divine my purpose? I am an affectionate parent, my dear Mrs Varden. 'That I am sure you are, sir, said Mrs V. 'Thank you, returned Mr Chester, tapping his snuff-box lid. 'Heavy moral responsibilities rest with parents, Mrs Varden.
If an honest, civil, smiling gentleman like you, was to talk but ten minutes to our old woman that's Mrs Varden and flatter her up a bit, you'd gain her over for ever. Then there's this point got that her daughter Dolly, here a flush came over Mr Tappertit's face 'wouldn't be allowed to be a go-between from that time forward; and till that point's got, there's nothing ever will prevent her.
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