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I thought, neither should I. And then came Miss Cardigan, and the servant behind her bringing coffee and bread and eggs and marmalade I don't know what beside and we sat down again to the table, knowing that the next move would be a move apart. But the wave of happiness was at the flood with me, and it bore me over all the underlying roughnesses of the shore for the time.
I remembered she had good reason; and I thought it was right, though very much against my will, to explain my words. "You know what makes my father and mother rich?" I said. "My dear!" said Miss Cardigan "They have large Southern properties." "And you know what makes Southern wealth?" I went on. "Rice cotton " "No, it isn't that," I said. "What then, my dear? I do not know what you mean.
Happy was Jack Cardigan who snored into Imogen's white shoulder, fit as a flea; or Timothy in his "mausoleum," too old for anything but baby's slumber. For so many lay awake, or dreamed, teased by the criss-cross of the world.
And Pryderi ruled the seven Cantrevs of Dyved prosperously, and he was beloved by his people, and by all around him. And at length he added unto them the three Cantrevs of Ystrad Tywi, and the four Cantrevs of Cardigan; and these were called the Seven Cantrevs of Seissyllwch. And when he made this addition, Pryderi the son of Pwyll the Chief of Annwvyn desired to take a wife.
She patronizes me very kindly; but I doubt if she ever forgets what Tom says I am rather too proud of remembering that I was the poor governess, Jane Cardigan." "Jane Cardigan!" I exclaimed. "What, Mr. Fletcher, you know my name! And really, now I think of it, I believe I have heard yours. Not from Tom, either. It couldn't possibly be Yes! it certainly was How strange!
My old Juanita, for example, who held herself the heir to a princely inheritance, was it any harm to her that earthly palaces knew her only as a servant? But then, what did not matter to Juanita or Miss Cardigan might matter to somebody who had been used to different things. I knew how it had been with myself for a time past. I was puzzled.
Clara looked at the scene with parted lips as she listened to music. This frank delight in scenery had amused Jonah at first. It was part of a woman's delight in the pretty and useless. But, as his eyes had become accustomed to the view, he had begun to understand. There was no scenery in Cardigan Street, and he had been too busy in later years to give more than a hasty glance at the harbour.
"Did He say 'Whatsoever you shall ask in my name, I will do it? And when He has written 'Whatsoever, are you going to write it over and put 'anything not too hard'? Neither you nor me, Daisy?" "Whatsoever, Miss Cardigan," I said slowly. "He said so. Are you going to write it over again?" "No," I said. "But then, may one have anything one asks for."
It was characteristic of his father's son that when this detail had been attended to, he should go to the office and work until the six o'clock whistle blew. Old Cardigan was waiting for him at the gate when he reached home.
Miss Cardigan clapped her hands together softly and laughed. "Ye've got it!" she said. "Ye have gotten the pearl of great price. And where did ye find it, my dear?" "I had a friend, that taught me in a Sunday-school, four years ago, " I said. "Ah, there weren't so many Sunday-schools in my day," said Miss Cardigan.
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