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Alexander, reading him, knew that he thought of Ian. In a moment the whole conversation had dragged that way. Mrs. Goodworth spoke with vivacity. "Lord, sir! I hope that your nephew, now that he wears the King's coat, has left off talking as he did when he was a boy! He showed his Highland strain with a warrant! You would have thought that he had been out himself thirty years ago!"
Goodworth, about his son's education. Mrs. Thorpe, being confined to her room by a severe cold, was unable to keep him company the doctor had just taken leave of him friends in general were forbidden, on medical authority, to excite him by visits he was left lonely, and he had the prospect of remaining lonely for the rest of the day.
It may be that he will take to the law, or he may wander and then laird it when I am gone. Or if he is very wise I meant to speak to you of this in private, Goodworth he might be furnished with shares and ventures in the East India. He has great abilities." "Well, India's the field!" said the London merchant, placidly.
Goodworth, and evidently feeling that he was entitled to his reward now he had suffered his punishment. "Certainly not on a Sunday," interposed Mr. Thorpe; "your grandpapa's book is not a book for Sundays." Mr. Goodworth started, and seemed about to speak; but recollecting what he had said to Mr. Thorpe, contented himself with poking the fire.
He had evidently had more than enough already of the "Pilgrim's Progress" and the "Life of Moses." Mr. Thorpe said nothing more, and returned to his reading. Mr. Goodworth put his hands in his pockets, yawned disconsolately, and looked, with a languidly satirical expression in his eyes, to see what his grandson would do next.
The man who sat before him was big and straight and gave forth warmth and light. He needed warmth and light; he needed a big tree to lean against. He vaguely hoped that Glenfernie was home to stay. He rubbed his hands and drank more wine. "No one has known for a long time where you were.... Goodworth has an agent in Paris who says that Ian tried once to find out that." "To find out where I was?"
After depositing the stick in the corner, he slowly walked up to Mr. Goodworth, with a comical expression of amazement and disgust in his chubby face, and meekly laid down his head on his grandfather's knee. "Never say die, Zack," said the kind old gentleman, rising and taking the boy in his arms.
He got through it perfectly again; but his childish manner, during this third trial, altered from frankness to distrustfulness; and he looked much oftener, while he said his task, at Mr. Goodworth than at his father. When the texts had been repeated, Mr.
Thorpe's marriage to Miss Goodworth, however, the connection between the junior Goodworths and Blyths began to grow less intimate so far, at least, as the new bride and Valentine were concerned. The rigid modern Puritan of Baregrove Square, and the eccentric votary of the Fine Arts, mutually disapproved of each other from the very first.
"I took care before I left the boy, that he should get at nothing which could do him any injury. He is locked up, and will remain locked up, because" "I say, Thorpe! won't you let him off this time?" interrupted Mr. Goodworth, boldly plunging head foremost, with his petition for mercy, into the conversation. "If you had allowed me to proceed, sir," said Mr.
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