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She thought how simple, agreeable, reliable, honest, good-natured, and sympathetic he was. 'Her's sleeping like a babby, Meshach stated, returning to the parlour. He lighted his pipe, and through the smoke looked at Leonora in her dark magnificent dress. Then John arrived, pompous and elaborately calm; but he had driven Prince to Hillport and back in twenty-five minutes.
'Have a weed, said Meshach, offering him a cigar. 'You'll find it all right; it's a J.S. Murias. Yes, he resumed, 'maybe you don't remember old Knight's sister as had that far house up at Hillport? When she died she left it to Leonora, and they've lived there this dozen year and more.
I pretend to be, lest Lilian should imagine I'm jealous." It was at this point that the voice of James Ollerenshaw announced a young man. The remainder of that afternoon was like a bewildering dream to James Ollerenshaw. His front room seemed to be crowded with a multitude of peacocks, that would have been more at home under the sun of Mrs. Prockter's lawns up at Hillport.
Jarndyce seemed to enjoy; he was glad to find his view shared on every hand. He was also glad, and startled, to discover himself a personality in the regions of Hillport. He went through more formal introductions in ten minutes than he had been through during the whole of his previous life. It was a hot evening; he wiped his brow. Then iced champagne was served to him.
'It will kill him, said Leonora to the doctor as Meshach, risen straight out of bed, was getting into a cab at Hillport that morning to drive to Church Street. 'It may, old Hawley answered. 'But what can one do? Smiling, first at Meshach, and then at Leonora, the doctor had joined his aged patient in the cab and they had gone off together.
To the west, Hillport Fields, grimed but possessing authentic hedgerows and winding paths, mounted broadly up to the sharp ridge on which stood Hillport Church, a landmark. Beyond the ridge, and partly protected by it from the driving smoke of the Five Towns, lay the fine and ancient Tory borough of Oldcastle, from whose historic Middle School Edwin Clayhanger was now walking home.
Less than half a year previously he had often walked across the fields to Hillport and back, or up the gradual slopes to the height of Toft End he never went townwards, had not once visited the Conservative Club. But now he could not even be persuaded to leave the garden.
"Mrs Clayton Vernon's been to the station an hour ago or hardly, about a purse as she says she thinks she must have left in your car. I was just coming across to tell your inspector." "Tell him, then, my lad," said Chadwick, curtly, and hurried on towards the Hillport car.
She stated, as a platitude, the absolute indispensability of a cab. He had meant to ride to Hillport in the tramcar, which ran past Mrs. Prockter's gates. However, he reluctantly agreed to order a cab, being fearful lest she might, after all, refuse to go. It was remarkable that, after having been opposed to the policy of throwing Helen and Emanuel together, he was now in favour of it.
Prockter and her stepson, Emanuel Prockter, up Duck Bank as James and Helen were passing down Duck Bank. Mrs. You could not climb higher than Mrs. Prockter. She lived at Hillport, and even in that haughty suburb there was none who dared palter with an invitation from Mrs. Prockter. She was stout and deliberate.
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