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Wooler that being an idle man he had taken a fancy to Scarhaven, and would stay in her inn for a few weeks, but Mrs. Wooler, like everybody else, would see through that. However, the promise had been given, and he would keep it literally. He would do nothing in the way of active detective work he would just wait and see what, if anything, turned up.
Copplestone, who had eaten nothing for several hours, accepted her hospitable attentions with gratitude, and he was enjoying himself greatly in a quaint old-world parlour, in close proximity to a bright fire, when Mrs. Wooler entered with a countenance which betokened mystery in every feature. "There's the estate agent, Mr.
Wooler presently ushered in a figure which Copplestone's dramatic sense immediately seized on. He saw before him a tall, heavily-built man, with a large, solemn, deeply-lined face, out of which looked a pair of the smallest and slyest eyes ever seen in a human being queer, almost hidden eyes, set beneath thick bushy eyebrows above which rose the dome of an unusually high forehead and a bald head.
It would be a great pity for the country if you did not," said Sheila gravely, without moving an eyelid. "Do you purpose making a long stay in Queensland, Miss Carolan?" pursued Mrs. Wooler. "A very long one, perhaps perhaps on the other hand a very short one. Or it may be that I may adopt a middle course, and do neither."
They declared that the infliction of ever so slight a punishment on Charlotte Brontë was unjust for who had tried to do her duty like her? and testified their feeling in a variety of ways, until Miss Wooler, who was in reality only too willing to pass over her good pupil's first fault, withdrew the bad mark. . . .
Good-night, Mr. Copplestone and perhaps you'll so far overcome your repugnance to the theatre as to come and see me in one some day?" "Supposing I escort you homeward instead now?" suggested Copplestone. "That will at least show that I am ready to become your devoted " "Admirer, I suppose," said Addie. "I'm afraid he's not quite as innocent as he looks, Mrs. Wooler.
Did you hear that 'I want to see you both very early, especially Miss Garolan'? What is there going on? I must go and see Mrs. Wooler in the morning and tell her. And on the beach too! Why can't they be more open?" Master Mordaunt, who was in the corner devouring some jelly and pastry given to him by his fond mother, looked up and said, with distended cheeks "Ain't the beach open enough?"
Her indefatigable craving for knowledge tempted Miss Wooler on into setting her longer and longer tasks of reading for examination; and toward the end of the two years that she remained as a pupil at Roe Head, she received her first bad mark for an imperfect lesson.
I laughed out when I got to the mention of Frederika's special accomplishment, given by you with a distinct simplicity that, to my taste, is what the French would call 'impayable. Where do you find the foreigner who is without some little drawback of this description? It is a pity." A visit from Miss Wooler at this period did Miss Bronte much good for the time.
When all was finished the trunk packed, the morning's breakfast arranged, the wedding-dress laid out, just at bedtime, Mr. Bronte announced his intention of stopping at home while the others went to church. What was to be done? Who was to give the bride away? There were only to be the officiating clergyman, the bride and bridegroom, the bridesmaid, and Miss Wooler present.
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