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Those words, embodying all that had been in his heart so long, were too much for George. He went abruptly to the door. "I can't stop now," he said; "I'll come again this evening." Mrs. Pendyce looked up. "Oh, George" But as she had the habit of subordinating her feelings to the feelings of others, she said no more, but tried to smile. That smile smote George to the heart.
She greeted him gently, and General Pendyce was not the man to discern what was not put under his nose. Fortunately for him, that had never been his practice. "How are you, Margery?" he said. "Glad to see you in town. How's Horace? Look here what he's sent me!"
Horace Pendyce subsided on his pillow with a bounce, and he too lay with his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "Divorce him!" he said "I should think so! He ought to be hanged, a fellow like that. I told you last night he nearly drove over me. Living just as he likes, setting an example of devilry to the whole neighbourhood!
Conspicuous in black clothes and white shirt-sleeves, the Rector was hewing with an axe at the boarding of a cowhouse, the door end of which was already in flames, and his voice could be heard above the tumult shouting directions to which nobody paid any heed. "What's in that cow-house?" gasped Mr. Pendyce. Mrs.
Imagine your conception of marriage applied to Pendyce and his sons, or his Rector, or his tenants, and the labourers on his estate." "No, no," said Gregory; "I refuse to believe " "The country classes," said Mr. Paramor quietly, "are especially backward in such matters.
'If that is really all, she thought, 'I suppose I must get up and go! And it flashed through her mind: 'My poor dress will be ruined! Bellew turned round. "Will you have some tea?" Mrs. Pendyce smiled a pale little smile. "No, thank you; I don't think I could drink any tea." "I wrote a letter to your husband." "Yes." "He didn't answer it." "No." Mrs.
There is such a dreadful lot of unnecessary sadness and suffering in the world. I think it's really all because people won't make allowances for each other." Lady Malden looked at her sideways, pursing her lips; but Mrs. Pendyce, by race a Totteridge, continued to smile. She had been born unconscious of her neighbours' scrutinies. "Helen Bellew," she said, "was such a lovely girl.
"My wife," he said "my poor wife! God knows what they're doing to her up there, Mrs. Pendyce!" and he hid his face in his hands. She, who had been a Totteridge, stood motionless; then, very gently putting her gloved hand on his thick arm, where the muscles stood out from the clenching of his hands, she said: "Dear Mr. Barter, Dr. Wilson is so clever! Come into the drawing-room!"
Pendyce paid it, knowing no better, and gave him sixpence over, thinking it might benefit the horse; and the cabman, touching his hat, said: "Thank you, my lady," for to say "my lady" was his principle when he received eighteen pence above his fare. Mrs.
The Rector, whenever he heard Mr. Pendyce say this, strenuously opposed him, for he was himself of a square, stout build, and getting stouter. With all their aspirations to the character of typical Englishmen, Mr. Pendyce and Mr. Barter thought themselves far from the old beef and beer, port and pigskin types of the Georgian and early Victorian era.
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