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Updated: June 18, 2025
Poor Mrs. Thornburgh had said to herself as she entered the room on the arm of Mr. Mayhew, the incumbent of the neighboring valley of Shanmoor, that the first coup d'æil was good.
Thornburgh listened to it all, her contriving mind working the while at railway speed on the facts presented to her. 'How do you get her home tomorrow night? she asked, with sudden animation. 'Oh, we send our man Richard at ten. He takes a lantern if it's dark. Mrs. Thornburgh said no more. Her eyes and gestures were all alive again with energy and hope. She had given her shake to Mrs.
The Indians being driven from this point, the company was rallied on the wagon-train. Major Thornburgh then gave orders to Cherry to hold his position and cover the retreat of Lieutenant Lawson, who was ordered to fall back slowly with the company horses of his company. Cherry called for volunteers of twenty men, who responded promptly and fought with desperation.
He is very accomplished a teetotaller he has been to the Holy Land, and his hair has been cut close after a fever. It sounds odd, but I am not curious. I can very well wait till to-morrow evening. 'Oh, well, as to ideas about a person, one doesn't get that sort of thing from Mrs. Thornburgh.
It's a bad business au' ee'll not mend it wi' taakin. Mrs. Thornburgh, however, could not apply herself to the case of Mary Backhouse. At any other moment it would have excited in her breast the shuddering interest, which, owing to certain peculiar attendant circumstances, it, awakened in every other woman in Long Whindale.
Well, now, my dears The vicar's wife paused. Her square, short figure was between the two girls; she had an arm of each, and she looked significantly, from one to another, her gray curls, flapping across her face as she did so. 'Go on, Mrs. Thornburgh, cried Rose. 'You make us quite nervous. 'How do ypu like Mr. Elsmere? she inquired, solemnly. 'Very much, said both, in chorus. Mrs.
Do they live near? 'Oh, quite close, cried Mrs. Thornburgh, brightening at last, and like a great general, leaving one scheme in ruins, only the more ardently to take up another. 'There is the house, and she pointed out Burwood among its trees. Then with her eye eagerly fixed upon him, she fell into a more or less incoherent account of her favourites.
Thornburgh, overjoyed, let loose upon her a flood of particulars, painted the virtues and talents of Mrs.
As for the young man, who was, to begin with, in that state which so often follows on the long confinement of illness, when the light seems brighter and scents keener and experience sharper than at other times, he was inwardly confessing that Mrs. Thornburgh had not been romancing.
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.
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