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You can speak before this gentleman it's all right." "About this affair of last night Parslett, you know," said Goodyer, drawing the detective aside, and lowering his voice, so that passers-by might not hear. "There's something I can tell you I've heard all about the matter from Parslett's wife. But I've not told her what I can tell you, Mr. Ayscough." "And what's that?" enquired the detective.
So now he again was quiet, with his face turned towards the wall; and Leonard stood by the bedside sorrowfully, and Mrs. Goodyer, who did not heed Burley's talk, and thought only of his physical state, was dipping cloths into iced water to apply to his forehead. But as she approached with these, and addressed him soothingly, Burley raised himself on his arm, and waved aside the bandages.
And if you will have brandy in your tea, I have some that you left long ago in your own bottle." Burley shook his head. "No brandy, Mrs. Goodyer; only fresh milk. I will see whether I can yet coax Nature." Mrs. Goodyer did not know what was meant by coaxing Nature, but she said, "Pray do, Master John," and vanished.
The third day it rained incessantly. "Have you no books, Mrs. Goodyer?" asked poor John Burley. "Oh, yes, some that the dear lady left behind her; and perhaps you would like to look at some papers in her own writing?" "No, not the papers, all women scribble, and all scribble the same things. Get me the books." The books were brought up, poetry and essays John knew them by heart.
The third day it rained incessantly. "Have you no books, Mrs. Goodyer?" asked poor John Burley. "Oh, yes, some that the dear lady left behind her; and perhaps you would like to look at some papers in her own writing?" "No, not the papers, all women scribble, and all scribble the same things. Get me the books." The books were brought up, poetry and essays John knew them by heart.
which, though I have seen it often, yet is it one of the best plays for a stage, and variety of dancing and musique, that ever I saw. So being very much pleased, thence home by coach with young Goodyer and his own sister, who offered us to go in their coach. A good-natured youth I believe he is, but I fear will mind his pleasures too much. She is pretty, and a modest, brown girle.
He had wired them at the camp to expect him in the morning. They would be looking out for him. By continuing his course he and Malvina could be there about breakfast-time. He could introduce her to the colonel: "Allow me, Colonel Goodyer, the fairy Malvina." It was either that or dropping Malvina somewhere between Weymouth and Farnborough.
Amongst other matters, he had spoken with considerable interest of some poems and other papers in manuscript which had been left in the house by a former lodger, and which, the reader may remember, Mrs. Goodyer had urged him in vain to read, in his last visit to her cottage.
"I'm Parslett's landlord, you know," continued Goodyer. "He's had that shop and dwelling-house of me for some years. Now, Parslett's not been doing very well of late, from one cause or another, and to put it in a nutshell, he owed me half a year's rent. I saw him yesterday, and told him I must have the money at once: in fact, I pressed him pretty hard about it.
Davis, that ever I knew in my life. To sleep again, and after long talking pleasantly with my wife, up and to church, where Mrs. Goodyer, now Mrs. Buckworth, was churched. I love the woman for her gravity above any in the parish.
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