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Mavis was about to avoid the gathering by crossing the road, when she caught a glimpse of the girl's face, to recognise it as belonging to Miss Meakin. Wondering what it could mean, she hastened to her old acquaintance, who, despite her protests, was being urged towards the cab. "It's all a mistake. Let me go! Oh! won't anyone help?" Miss Meakin had cried as Mavis reached her side. "What is it?
Memories of her youth came back and softened the asperity of age, her wrinkled face taking on gentler lines and her harsh voice a tenderer tone. But to-day she was in haste. She felt herself needed at The Maples, even with the capable Deacon Meakin left to "hold the fort," as he expressed it.
Well, 'twon't do no harm, an' will keep him out of mischief. He's a reg'lar poke-noser, Deacon Meakin is. But he's routed them hens so there won't be no more egg-layin' in high places, breakin' a body's neck to hunt 'em. But, my suz! I wish you could ha' seen that man's face when he handed me over your fishin'-tackle. You'd ha' thought 'twas poison, the way he touched it."
"I can't say I do." "You don't love Browning?" asked the other in astonishment. "I'm sorry, but I don't." "I couldn't live without Browning. Here's your room: you'll probably find someone inside. My name's Miss Meakin." "Mine is Mavis Keeves. Thanks so much." Mavis opened the door of a not over-large room, which was lit by a single gas burner.
'You've got quite as much cause to as I have, said Annie. 'But we'll drop on him one of these days, my girl. What? Don't you want to? 'I don't mind, said Nora. But as a matter of fact, Nora was much more vindictive than Annie. One by one Annie went the round of the old flames. It so happened that Cissy Meakin left the tramway service in quite a short time. Her mother made her leave.
Miss Meakin had been summoned to one of the partner's rooms to say what she knew of the subject, and had sat near a table on which was lying Mavis's letter; she had made a note of the address, to write to her directly she was able to do so. "We must have a long talk, dear; but not to-night." "Why not to-night?" "Mr Napper, my 'boy, will be waiting for me outside."
"I could, but don't want to; you look at things so funny. But, then, you don't like Browning," replied Miss Meakin.
She confided in Miss Meakin, who was now looking better and plumper, since nearly every evening she had taken to supping with her "boy's" mother, who owned a stationery business in the Holloway Road. "I know, it's dreadful. I used to be like that before I met Sylvester," Miss Meakin answered to Mavis's complaint. "But what am I to do?" asked Mavis. "Have you ever tried brisket?" "What's that?"
Miss Maitland had promptly engaged Deacon Meakin to take Moses' place during the latter's enforced idleness, and the arrangement promised to be satisfactory to all concerned. Susanna had observed: "You couldn't do better, Eunice. The deacon's forehanded himself, but he likes money all them Meakins do an' he's been as oneasy as a fish out o' water sence he sold his farm an' moved into the village.
He preached again at five o'clock in the evening, and so fired up Mrs. Geen that by ten next morning she was down at Nance's house, where he lodged, laying all her trouble before him. Mr. Meakin heard her out, and then took a line which altogether surprised her. He seemed to care less for the danger her Phoby was running than for the crime he was committing. Yes; he called it a crime!
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