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Wrexby, therefore, acquiesced in helping to build up her children to stoutness, and but for the blindness of all people, save artists, poets, novelists, to the grandeur of their own creations, the inhabitants of this Kentish village might have had an enjoyable pride in the beauty and robust grace of the young girls, fair-haired, black-haired girls, a kindred contrast, like fire and smoke, to look upon.
The idea of love upon the lips of ordinary men, provoked Dahlia's irony; and the youths of Wrexby and Fenhurst had no chance against her secret Prince Florizels. Them she endowed with no pastoral qualities; on the contrary, she conceived that such pure young gentlemen were only to be seen, and perhaps met, in the great and mystic City of London. Naturally, the girls dreamed of London.
It was over his Port that he had quarrelled with his rector on the subject of hopeful Algernon, and the system he adopted with that young man. This incident has something to do with Rhoda's story, for it was the reason why Mrs. Lovell went to Wrexby Church, the spirit of that lady leading her to follow her own impulses, which were mostly in opposition.
She stopped, and he said, "I hope your sister is well." "She is quite well." "Thank heaven for that! I heard of some illness." "She has quite recovered." "Did she tell me the truth did she get a letter that I sent two days ago, to her? It was addressed to 'Miss Fleming, Wrexby, Kent, England. Did it reach her?" "I have not seen it." "I wrote," said Edward.
She stopped, and he said, "I hope your sister is well." "She is quite well." "Thank heaven for that! I heard of some illness." "She has quite recovered." "Did she tell me the truth did she get a letter that I sent two days ago, to her? It was addressed to 'Miss Fleming, Wrexby, Kent, England. Did it reach her?" "I have not seen it." "I wrote," said Edward.
"Tony at a funeral! and train expenses!" the farmer interjected. "D'ye think, mother, Tony'd come to Wrexby churchyard 'fore he come Queen Anne's Farm? And where's he now, mayhap?" Mrs. Sumfit appealed in despair to Master Gammon, with entreaties, and a ready dumpling.
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