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Povey without guessing it, and only discover your sin when Mr. Povey had done something too decisive as a result of it. The reason of his fury was jealousy. Mr. Povey had made great advances since the death of John Baines. He had consolidated his position, and he was in every way a personage of the first importance.
Scattergood stared owlishly at Mary Beatty. "Now, what d'you think of that, eh? Shouldn't be s'prised if that was the i-dentical paper that was weighin' on the mind of young Mr. Curtis. Shouldn't be a mite s'prised if 'twas." "What is it, Mr. Baines?" asked Mary Beatty. "A will?" "Wa-al, offhand I'd say it was consid'able better 'n a will.
In conflicts with her children, the mother's ultimatum always took the formula in which this phrase was cast. The girls knew, when things had arrived at the pitch of 'or won't you' spoken in Mrs. Baines's firmest tone, that the end was upon them. Never had the ultimatum failed. There was a silence. "And I'll thank you to mind your manners," Mrs. Baines added.
'Thou must fetch th' lawyer, he said at length, 'for I'll cut thee off. It was a strange request like ordering a condemned man to go out and search for his executioner; but Mark answered with perfect naturalness: 'Yes. Mr. Ford, I suppose? 'Ford? No! Dost think I want him meddling i' my affairs? Go to young Baines up th' road. Tell him to come at once.
Those two girls, Constance and Sophia Baines, paid no heed to the manifold interest of their situation, of which, indeed, they had never been conscious. They were, for example, established almost precisely on the fifty-third parallel of latitude.
Out under the significant stars of the crisp October night, Nelsen was approached at once by a shadow. "I was waiting for you, Frank. I got a problem." The voice was hoarse sorrow almost lugubrious comedy. "Math again, Two-and-Two? Sure shoot." "Well that kind is always around with me," Two-and-Two Baines chuckled shakily. "This is something else personal.
This decision took the backbone out of Aunt Maria's funeral, which touched the extreme of modesty: a hearse and a one-horse coach. Mr. Povey was glad, because he happened to be very busy. An hour before his mother-in-law's departure he came into the parlour with the proof of a poster. "What is that, Samuel?" asked Mrs. Baines, not dreaming of the blow that awaited her.
"Strawberry," she mysteriously whispered to Maggie; and Maggie disappeared, bearing the tray and its contents. "And how is your sister? It is quite a long time since she was down here," Mrs. Baines went on to Miss Chetwynd, after whispering "strawberry."
On one side are the tea-gardens. There was a race-course behind the hotel on the Heath, but the races have been suppressed. In a paper contributed to Baines' book on Hampstead a correspondent says: "The Castle Hotel is associated with the meetings of the Courts Leet, and in the old days during the Middlesex Parliamentary elections the house was a famous rendezvous for candidates and voters."
'Well, Miss Wharton, my dear, I have good news for you at least, I suppose I must call it good news, though it means that we shall lose you, for the people whose advertisement I answered have written offering you the post of secretary to the junior partner of a very good firm in the City of London Baines, Jones & Co.
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