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Her butter had already been "dropped" twice before, that day, in order to keep pace with the passion for underselling of the new grocer, who had, for the undoing of the widow and the orphan, opened a shop lower down the street. Our poor retailer was selling her sugars, too, for less than she gave for them. "You must do so for a time," George Boult had informed her.
"We are on a par, about, now," he said to himself; and he reminded himself he also was now entitled to put a cockade on the frowsy hat of his coachman in the mildewed livery. Let the high and mighty brewer put up a widow of his own to play Providence to, and leave the especial property of George Boult alone!
Mr Rounsell stood up and pointed out the positions of Liege and Polpier on the wall-map, and their relative distances from London. A moment later the Vicar frowned again as Mr Boult launched into a violent and as it turned out, a lengthy invective against the German Emperor; with the foulness of whose character and designs he had, it seemed, been intimately acquainted for a number of years.
She shook her head, looking at him with eyes which implored him not to be bitter or unhappy. And as she looked, seeing the familiar red face and squat strong figure of him in a new light an idea struck her. "Mr. Gibbon," she said, "it was you who sent the concert tickets, and all the flowers and fruit, and the canary in its lovely cage. It was you you!" "No, no! Mr. Boult, of course, Miss Deleah.
"Nothing complimentary, dear, I fear." "Horrid, rude man! Yesterday afternoon he found me sitting over the fire reading. I was in your comfortable chair, Mr. Gibbon I hope you don't mind?" "I hope you'll always do it the honour of sitting in it, Miss Bessie; and you, Miss Deleah " "I was gloriously comfortable; and Mr. Boult took upon him to lecture me."
You will drive your carriage with a pair of horses not one miserable screw like Mr. Boult and you will live in a fine house, and grow roses, and build conservatories; won't you?" "Yes," he assented solemnly. Then he unfolded his arms and' stretching them sideways gripped with each hand the ledge of the dresser against which he leant. "I shall want you to come with me," he said. "Me!" said Deleah.
"A man who could not get at Miss Deleah to say things to her might try to say them so." "And you think Mr. Boult wants to say things to Deleah?" a scornful Bessie demanded. "No, I don't, since you ask me. No, Miss Bessie." "I should think not! And why, pray, should he have pitched on Deda?" "Oh, why should any one pitch on me?"
What pleasure can he possibly get in giving us these tickets for which we may not even thank him?" "He'll have the pleasure of knowing that you are happy, and that he has made you so, Miss Deleah. And you too, of course, Miss Bessie." "But Mr. Boult no more sent those tickets, than he sent the bird in the cage, or the !"
Boult, seeing that she was preparing to depart, assumed a more friendly tone. "You must not feel that you are being hustled into this thing," he said. "The money is, of course, in a sense, yours, although I have had to decide what to do with it." Mrs. Day rose to go, Boult came forward with his hand extended. "Anything that has to do with the people's food or drink pays," he said encouragingly.
"We're leaving the shop," Mrs. Day told her. "You must try to keep where you are, for the time, Deleah. Miss Forcus is kind to you?" "Oh, so heavenly kind!" "And Sir Francis?" "I suppose he knows I am in the house. Yes. Sometimes he speaks to me quite ten words a day. Tell me about leaving the shop, mama." "Mr. Boult has proved to me that we are not solvent." "What does that mean?
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