|Date:||Sun, 17 Sep 2006 19:32:20 +0300|
If you think that, Mary, you still know next to nothing of the tricksa tippler is up to!
All the same, child, do notbegrudge a poor wraith its sole chance of cheating oblivion.
And sometimes,Uncle, I think it would be nicer just to be like oneself. Its time he had a nap; he screams so at night if he getsover-tired.
In the present state of affairs they seemed, to say the least ofit, out of place.
Yes, this washis own share in the failure; this, and the fact that his heart was notin the work.
Shealso grew adept at getting rid of people to the moment. It never occurs to you to blame yourself,and your own rashness and impatience. Or was that just apolite fiction of his own making? Hefelt more amazed than anything else by this windfall. Here, the pages of his case-book remained but scantlyfilled. Even in hisyouth, when life still seemed worth the pother, he had avoided debtlike the plague. Mary said this more than once as she listened to Tillys tale.
The whole day long he lay andwailed, till it nearly broke your heart to hear it. Hes nottrying to suck them or even get them near his mouth. Or was that just apolite fiction of his own making?
All his cousins were coming,and Cousin Emmy, and lots and lots of other children. In speaking she had hastily reinserted Tillys letter in its envelope. NEVER was he the man to have got himselfinto this pitiable tangle .
As it were, overnight, he found himself the possessor of close ontwo hundred and fifty pounds. And Mahony cleared the end of the sofa that she might find aplace with her burden. Itcomes of seeing your dear old face again.
All his cousins were coming,and Cousin Emmy, and lots and lots of other children. And sure enough: I can see your point, Emmy, said he.
For they opened up abysses into which, young girl-like,she was afraid to peer. There were flowers in it, and several boxes ofbiscuits and oranges for the voyage.
Im very fond of Agnes; but Ive got the children to think of. He probably never had any intention of coming.
Eaten up by money-troubles, he had butfaint interest to spare for the physicking of petty ailments.
So do I, my darling, said Mary heartily, and squeezed his hand.
He felt more and more incapable of standing up to her incredulousdismay.
It, and italone, was the root of all the trouble.
Oh, Richard, if you would only tell me how we really stand, instead ofmaking such a mystery of it.
In speaking she had hastily reinserted Tillys letter in its envelope.
He usedto have great luck with children in the old days. Ive told you over andover again they need a governess. None theless there he stood, with his next quarters payments in his hand. Tilly was so changed that she hardly knew her. The drawing-room was stripped bare of its furniture butfor a line of chairs placed round the walls.
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