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The way in which I have heard Sir Francis and the present associates of this man speak of him, is enough to excite the surprise of any one who is acquainted with their present intimacy. Colonel Wardle always entertained the same opinion of this man that Sir Francis Burdett did, and he always advised me to avoid him. I did not fail to follow his advice.
She felt she ought to say that the Lord would assuredly a solemn word that! do what He liked with His own, supplying capitals. She gave it up as out of her line, and went on to business. "Any of us may die, at any minute, Mr. Wardle," said she.
Moreover, the circumstances of his marriage were peculiar, and he had married a dark, brooding, passionate girl. Mrs Coe was the younger of two sisters named Olive Wardle, well known in the most desirable circles in the Five Towns. I mean those circles where intellectual and artistic tastes are united with sound incomes and excellent food delicately served.
Prichard's thin soprano had an appeal to this effect in it on Dave's behalf as she said: "Oh, but the dear child may tell me, please, all about the truck and some more things, too, before he goes to play with Dolly. He has always such a many things to tell, has this little man! Hasn't he now, Mrs. Wardle?" Aunt M'riar good woman as she was had a vice. She always would improve occasions.
Qy.: from child Wardle last year? M. was dismissed soon after. Asked try recollect what for. I am giving your ladyship the abbreviations as written." "Quite right. Is there more?" For evidently there was. Gwen could see the page. "She remembered that he was dismissed for ... irregularity." Gwen suspected suppression. "What sort? Did he drink? Let me see the book. I won't read the other cases."
'Eccentricities of genius, Sam, said Mr. Pickwick. 'You may retire. Sam did retire accordingly. Mr. Pickwick at the expiration of the quarter of an hour, went down to breakfast. 'Here he is at last! said old Mr. Wardle. 'Pickwick, this is Miss Allen's brother, Mr. Benjamin Allen. Ben we call him, and so may you, if you like. This gentleman is his very particular friend, Mr. 'Mr.
The sketch is interesting as a picture of the patriarchal system that obtained in the country districts, all the family forming one household, as in France. For here we have Wardle, his mother, and his sister, together with his two pleasing daughters, while, later on, his sons-in-law established themselves close by. The "poor relations" seem to have been always there.
Wardle, the terrier, went with me because he believed that I was incapable of existing for an hour without his advice and countenance. He managed to slip in and out between the grass clumps, but I had to force my way, and in twenty minutes was as completely lost as though I had been in the heart of Central Africa.
"They'll marry again with the rattle in their throats." That tart was in the oven, and had to be remembered. Or else Aunt Elizabeth Jane wanted to see no more of Mr. Wix. "I must be running back to my cooking," said she. "But if this gentleman goes again to find out Sappses, he's only got to ask for my niece at Number One, or Mrs. Wardle at Number Seven, and he'll find Mrs. Prichard easy."
'Come, come, said the bustling host, with a natural anxiety to change the conversation, 'what say you to a rubber, Mr. Pickwick? 'I should like it of all things, replied that gentleman; 'but pray don't make up one on my account. 'Oh, I assure you, mother's very fond of a rubber, said Mr. Wardle; 'ain't you, mother?
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