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Updated: June 11, 2025
It was one of those senseless acts that no one would have thought of forbidding; and though the boy, on recovering his senses, owned that the last thing he remembered was getting the matches and Mr. Yolland shouting to stop him, there were many who never would believe anything but that it was blundering of his, and that he was a dangerous and mischievous person to have in the town.
She walked to the chimney, seated herself in a low, soft, shiny chair almost on the hearth-rug, and gazed listlessly into the fire. In a minute she rose and rang the bell. "Send my maid, and shut the door," she said. The woman came. "Has Miss Yolland left her room yet?" she asked. "No, ma'am." "Let her know I am in the drawing-room." This said, she resumed her fire-gazing.
"Here I am, Hesper!" she said. "Sepia," said Hesper, "I am sold." Miss Yolland gave a little laugh, showing about the half of her splendid teeth a laugh to which Hesper was accustomed, but the meaning of which she did not understand nor would, without learning a good deal that were better left unlearned. "To Mr. Redmain, of course!" she said. Hesper nodded.
Never before had he felt as if he were fleeing to a refuge when going home to his wife. He opened the door of the sitting-room and there on the floor lay Letty and little Tom, as I have already told. "Why have I heard nothing of this before?" said Mary. "I am not aware of any right you have to know what happens in this house." "Not from you, of course, Miss Yolland perhaps not from Mrs.
Before I had taken three steps down the village, I heard the Sergeant behind me. "Thank you for your introduction, Mr. Betteredge," he said. "I am indebted to the fisherman's wife for an entirely new sensation. Mrs. Yolland has puzzled me."
But Harold admired it greatly, and both he and George Yolland seemed to find inspiration in it.
He was gone again, while he was being called to wait; and, dressing as fast as possible, George Yolland went out after him into the dark, cold, frosty, foggy morning, and overtook him, leaning on the gate of a field, shivering, panting, and so dizzy, that it was with difficulty he was helped to the house.
"Smith was a clergyman," he said, with an expressive look; and while George Yolland had his brother and the nurse I had sent, he merely made daily inquiries, and sometimes sat an hour with his friend. Mr. Crosse's curate had kindred in Staffordshire, and offered to exchange a couple of Sundays with Mr.
I don't think either of us could bear it just then: Harold went up to his room without a word; I stayed to tell that he had seen me home from church, and say a little about the fearful weather, and then ran up myself, to give orders, as Mr. Yolland had advised me, that some strong hot coffee should be taken at once to Harold's room.
Yolland should have waited for the doctor to venture on such an operation, but both Dermot and Harold assured her that he could not have waited, and also that it could not have been more skilfully done, both of which assurances she must have heard with doubts as to the competence of the judges, and she much regretted that she could not promise a visit from her doctor that evening, as he was likely to be detained all night.
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