B007tb5sp0 Ebok
“‘If a fair young gentleman with large blue eyes should call and ask for Mrs Collins you’re to say she has gone out … But he’ll find the Sisters in. The Aunt and the Niece will be in the Yew-tree walk. With the Mother.’ ‘Very good, miss.’ ‘And, Queen—!’ ‘Fie, miss.’ ‘Bashful?’ ‘I’m surprised.’ The Yew-tree walk, the cause of so much gloom, ran ring-like about the house, to meet again before the drawing-room windows above the main road, where a marble nymph with a worn flat face dispensed water, ...rather meanly, out of a cornucopia into a trough full of green scum.
On a garden swing near by the Countess was swaying fitfully to and fro.
‘Units, tens, hundreds, thousands … Tens of thousands … Hundreds of thousands! Units—’ she was murmuring cryptically to herself with half rapt looks.
‘Shall I push you, Mabs?’ ‘No. Ta.’ ‘To prevent the perspiration? …’ The Countess sighed.
‘I’d sell my soul for an ice.’ ‘A strawberry …’ ‘Or vanilla.’ ‘I told Queen we’d be in.’ ‘Where’s mum?’ ‘Upstairs.MoreLess
On a garden swing near by the Countess was swaying fitfully to and fro.
‘Units, tens, hundreds, thousands … Tens of thousands … Hundreds of thousands! Units—’ she was murmuring cryptically to herself with half rapt looks.
‘Shall I push you, Mabs?’ ‘No. Ta.’ ‘To prevent the perspiration? …’ The Countess sighed.
‘I’d sell my soul for an ice.’ ‘A strawberry …’ ‘Or vanilla.’ ‘I told Queen we’d be in.’ ‘Where’s mum?’ ‘Upstairs.MoreLess
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