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They be going to wed at Easter, and 'twas Alice Ley herself that told me about it a month ago and I wished her joy." "Liar I know better, and Bill Westaway knows better. Yes, you may gape your hateful eyes out of your head; but Bill Westaway's my friend; and he's straight; and he's took good care to keep me in touch with the facts ever since I came here so now then!
I knew you'd wait a year, to save your shameful face, and then take Chuff." "What a world!" said Jenny. "What dark, hookemsnivey creatures be in it men most times. Do you know who's been pestering me to marry him ever since the people all thought you'd falled in the river and was drownded, Nicky? Not Mr. Chuff, but Billy Westaway himself. He's your rival, my dear, and none other.
Once in the street a bit after he'd come home Will Westaway turned round and saw Spider making hideous faces at him behind his back. So he walked across the road and smacked the little man's earhole and pulled his beard. Nought happened, however." "And what became of William Westaway?" "Well, most of us was rather sorry for him.
You was after Chuff from the minute he went to Vitifer Tin Mine, and I knew it. I weren't blind to the man and I soon saw my revenge fearful though it was." "A funny sort of revenge," said Jenny, smiling at him. "I'm afraid, my poor little man, your revenge have come back on your own silly head. You've seen Bill Westaway, have you?" "Yes, I have. And you needn't think to bluff it off.
Poison poison that's what you've been taking poison sucking it down from Bill Westaway, like a little child sucks cream." "And you tell me you're going to marry the man or think you are? What's that mean?" Spider had come right alongside of her now. "On one condition I shall certainly marry him, so you needn't pull no more faces.
Her voice is dreadfully shrill, and such an odd pronunciation, but no one seems to mind that. I rather like her, she is so jolly but some of the women of the party won't speak to her, except to say disagreeable things. She told me Mrs. Westaway was a "dreadful creature," and that no one would know her, if it was not for her mother-in-law receiving her, so they can't help it.
At last the little money which I had saved began to run short, and I was at my wit's end as to what I should do. "There is a well-known agency for governesses in the West End called Westaway's, and there I used to call about once a week in order to see whether anything had turned up which might suit me. Westaway was the name of the founder of the business, but it is really managed by Miss Stoper.
"I couldn't say for why, exactly; but there's something about him " "All's fair in love," I told her. "I only love Nicky and I shall go to Meldon Quarry and not leave it again till he be found," she promised. "And don't tell Mr. Westaway, please. He'd be properly furious if he thought my dear husband wasn't drownded after all." And at that moment if the miller's son didn't come along himself.
Westaway seemed to have every man in the place round her, and I heard one man come up and say, "Well, Phyllis, this is a joke to find you in this respectable hole; how do you like solid matrimony, old girl?" and I do think that sounded familiar and rude, don't you, Mamma? but Mrs. Westaway wasn't a bit angry.
She keeps them always with her in a long gold-topped bottle, and she has to use them almost every few minutes when Mrs. Westaway is in the room. The Horse Show was rather nice; it is held in the park fairly close, and most of us strolled there in the morning before lunch to see the judging. I was in a very good temper, Mamma, and we had been laughing at everything we said.
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