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I had often known him say to me, in past times, that he had behaved bad to her." "Never, my dear!" returns Mrs. Rouncewell, bursting into tears. "My blessing on him, never! He was always fond of me, and loving to me, was my George! But he had a bold spirit, and he ran a little wild and went for a soldier.
Rouncewell," Sir Leicester skilfully transfers him with a solemn wave of his hand, "was desirous to speak with you. Hem!" "I shall be very happy," returns the iron gentleman, "to give my best attention to anything Lady Dedlock does me the honour to say." As he turns towards her, he finds that the impression she makes upon him is less agreeable than on the former occasion.
A dark- eyed, dark-haired, shy, village beauty comes in so fresh in her rosy and yet delicate bloom that the drops of rain which have beaten on her hair look like the dew upon a flower fresh gathered. "What company is this, Rosa?" says Mrs. Rouncewell.
Rouncewell, whose truth and fidelity no one can question, and in the presence of her son George, who comes back like a familiar recollection of my youth in the home of my ancestors at Chesney Wold in case I should relapse, in case I should not recover, in case I should lose both my speech and the power of writing, though I hope for better things "
Rouncewell, in the housekeeper's apartments, and say I can receive him now." My Lady, who has heard all this with slight attention outwardly, looks towards Mr. Rouncewell as he comes in. He is a little over fifty perhaps, of a good figure, like his mother, and has a clear voice, a broad forehead from which his dark hair has retired, and a shrewd though open face.
But as I have found that to sever this strong bond would be to break her heart, I have long abandoned that idea." Sir Leicester very magnificent again at the notion of Mrs. Rouncewell being spirited off from her natural home to end her days with an ironmaster. "I have been," proceeds the visitor in a modest, clear way, "an apprentice and a workman.
Rouncewell at the factory, do you think?" "Tain't easy to say where you'd find him at this time of the day you might find either him or his son there, if he's in town; but his contracts take him away." And which is the factory? Why, he sees those chimneys the tallest ones! Yes, he sees THEM. Well!
Rosa is so shy as she gives it to him that they drop it between them and almost knock their foreheads together as they pick it up. Rosa is shyer than before. "Mr. Guppy" is all the information the card yields. "Guppy!" repeats Mrs. Rouncewell, "MR. Guppy! Nonsense, I never heard of him!" "If you please, he told ME that!" says Rosa.
"Where are you going to take my mother, Mrs. Bagnet?" "I am going to the town house, my dear, the family house. I have some business there that must be looked to directly," Mrs. Rouncewell answers. "Will you see my mother safe there in a coach, Mrs. Bagnet? But of course I know you will. Why should I ask it!" Why indeed, Mrs. Bagnet expresses with the umbrella.
Late in the afternoon, when she next appears upon the staircase, she is in her haughtiest and coldest state. As indifferent as if all passion, feeling, and interest had been worn out in the earlier ages of the world and had perished from its surface with its other departed monsters. Mercury has announced Mr. Rouncewell, which is the cause of her appearance. Mr.
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