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Thornburgh was still more frightened, and rushed into a flood of apologetic speech. Very likely she was wrong perhaps it was all a mistake, she was afraid she had done harm, and so on. Mrs. Leyburn took very little heed, but at last she said, looking up and applying a soft handkerchief gently to her eyes 'Is his mother nice? Where's his living? Would he want to be married soon?
No, Mrs. Thornburgh had no patience with her none at all. It was all because she would not be happy like anybody else, but must needs set herself up to be peculiar. Why not live on a pillar, and go into hair-shirts at once? Then the rest of the world would know what to be at. Meanwhile Rose was in no small excitement.
Yur like an oald kneyfe, I can mak' nowt o' ya', nowder back nor edge. Mrs. Thornburgh wrung her fat short hands in despair, making little incoherent laments and suggestions as she saw him about to depart, of which John at last gathered the main purport to be that she wished him to go back to Whinborough for her precious parcel.
The girl made a little moue of disgust, and turned as though to fly down the steps again. But Agnes caught her and held her, and the mutinous creature had to submit to be drawn inside while Mrs. Thornburgh, in obedience to complaints of draughts from Mrs. Seaton, motioned to have the window shut.
The girl made a little moue of disgust, and turned as though to fly down the steps again. But Agnes caught her and held her, and the mutinous creature had to submit to be drawn inside while Mrs. Thornburgh, in obedience to complaints of draughts from Mrs. Seaton motioned to have the window shut.
Thornburgh, however, did, not stay to explore the recesses of Sarah's mind, but ran with little pattering, undignified steps across the front garden and down the steps to where Mr. Backhouse, the carrier, stood, bracing himself for self-defense. 'Ya may weel fret, mum, said Mr.
'Oh, the Lord only knows! she said, with a hasty freedom of speech which left the vicar feeling decidedly uncomfortable, as she shut the door after her. However, if the Higher Powers alone knew, Mrs. Thornburgh was convinced that she could make a very shrewd guess at the causes of Catherine's behavior.
Her soft brown hair was plaited high above the broad white brow, giving to it an added stateliness, while it left unmasked the pure lines of the neck. Mrs. Thornburgh and her mother were quite right. Simple as the new arrangement was, it could hardly have been more effective. But the looking-glass got no smile in return for its information.
Thornburgh's arm she turned away, walking quickly round the bend of the road. Mrs. Thornburgh watched her open-mouthed, and moved slowly back to the house in a state of complete collapse. 'I always knew' she said with a groan 'I always knew it would never go right if it was Catherine! Why was it Catherine? And she went in, still hurling at Providence the same vindictive query.
She had flattened her gray curls against the window for one deliberative moment; had then rushed in; and as soon as the carrier's cart of Long Whindale, which she was now anxiously awaiting, should have arrived, bearing with it the produce of that adventure, Mrs. Thornburgh would be a proud woman, prepared to meet a legion of rectors' wives without flinching.
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