Tales of the West Riding (2013)
“Moreover, an unlucky fall from his horse a few years ago—in 1430 to be exact—had left William with a limp and a slightly distorted arm, which made his weaving slower; sometimes indeed for days together he could not weave at all, for the pain in his arm. He had no son to help him, so his circumstances were rather diminished from what they had been in his youth, while Thomas’s had flourished.
For though the two had married quite suitably in the same year, William had married for love and Thomas f...or interest. At the time of the weddings, Thomas thought William’s wife Agnes a pretty, silly little piece, always in a flutter and though a goodish cook having no sense about money, and he had seen no reason to change his opinion in the past twenty years, during which several childbirths—the children all died but two—and a few miscarriages had faded Agnes’s golden hair and drawn lines on her fair foolish face. On the other hand, William at the time of the weddings thought Thomas’s wife Joanna a shrewd capable woman but hard and pompous and plain as a piedish, and he had seen no reason to change his opinion in the past twenty years, during which her scanty hair became scantier, her plain face plainer, and her liking for the last pennyworth out of every penny and her high view of her own dignity, more and more notorious.MoreLess
For though the two had married quite suitably in the same year, William had married for love and Thomas f...or interest. At the time of the weddings, Thomas thought William’s wife Agnes a pretty, silly little piece, always in a flutter and though a goodish cook having no sense about money, and he had seen no reason to change his opinion in the past twenty years, during which several childbirths—the children all died but two—and a few miscarriages had faded Agnes’s golden hair and drawn lines on her fair foolish face. On the other hand, William at the time of the weddings thought Thomas’s wife Joanna a shrewd capable woman but hard and pompous and plain as a piedish, and he had seen no reason to change his opinion in the past twenty years, during which her scanty hair became scantier, her plain face plainer, and her liking for the last pennyworth out of every penny and her high view of her own dignity, more and more notorious.MoreLess
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