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Pretty looks were too often a snare. One boy his ear was warmed therefor once called aloud "Ethel," as Lewisham went by. The curate, a curate of the pale-faced, large-knuckled, nervous sort, now passed him without acknowledgment of his existence. Mrs. Bonover took occasion to tell him that he was a "mere boy," and once Mrs.
He plunged headlong into a rambling description of Bonover and how he had told a lie about her and called her Miss Smith, and so escaped this unaccountable emotional crisis.... The whispering of the rain about them sank and died, and the sunlight struck vividly across the distant woods beyond Immering. Just then they had fallen on a silence again that was full of daring thoughts for Mr. Lewisham.
Bonover's features, and particularly a bushy pair of black eyebrows, were now very near, those eyebrows already raised, apparently to express a refined astonishment. "Is this Mr. Bonover approaching?" she asked. "Yes." Prolonged pause. Would he stop and accost them? At any rate this frightful silence must end. Mr.
There is a Miss Henderson or Henson stopping with the Frobishers in the very same town, in fact, the very picture of your Miss ..." "Smith," said Lewisham, meeting his eye and recovering the full crimson note of his first blush. "It's odd," said Bonover, regarding him pensively. "Very odd," mumbled Lewisham, cursing his own stupidity and looking away. "Very very odd," said Bonover.
Lewisham was overcome with astonishment at this improvement on the nod of their ordinary commerce. And so this terrible incident terminated for the time. He felt a momentary gust of indignation. After all, why should Bonover or anyone interfere with his talking to a girl if he chose? And for all he knew they might have been properly introduced. By young Frobisher, say.
In a flash came a vision of the long duty of the afternoon she possibly packing for Clapham all the while. He turned white. Mr. Bonover watched his face. "No," said Lewisham bluntly, saying all he was sure of, and forthwith racking his unpractised mind for an excuse. "I'm sorry I can't oblige you, but ... my arrangements ... I've made arrangements, in fact, for the afternoon." Mr.
That afternoon he would go, whatever happened, and see her and speak to her again. The thought of Bonover arose only to be dismissed. And besides Bonover took a siesta early in the afternoon. Yes, he would go out and find her and speak to her. Nothing should stop him.
"I can assure you," he would write, "that you will find me a loyal and devoted assistant." Much in that strain. Dunkerley pointed out that Bonover's testimonial ignored the question of moral character and discipline in a marked manner, and Bonover refused to alter it. He was willing to do what he could to help Lewisham, in spite of the way he had been treated, but unfortunately his conscience....
"In fact," said Bonover, turning towards the school-house, "I hardly expected it of you, Mr. Lewisham." "Expected what, sir?" But Mr. Bonover feigned to be already out of earshot. "Damn!" said Mr. Lewisham. "Oh! damn!" a most objectionable expression and rare with him in those days. He had half a mind to follow the head-master and ask him if he doubted his word.
George Bonover, headmaster of the Whortley Proprietary School, chilled him amazingly. Dame Nature no doubt had arranged the meeting of our young couple, but about Bonover she seems to have been culpably careless. She now receded inimitably, and Mr.
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