Among the letters which he opened and read was one for Mrs. P. Wright, in care of P. Wright, jr., for Phil had chosen Sarah for his bride, and Bearie was preparing a home for Nancy. It was from Abbie, and lay bare to her bosom friend and sister-in-law the deep secrets of her heart. "Is it yersilf that's come, me lady?" she said, a slight flush of pleasure lighting up the pale, sad face. 鈥楪ive, give!鈥?he said. 鈥楪ive and ask nothing. What you get doesn鈥檛 matter. Does it?鈥? 七乐彩2012038期开奖 "Is it yersilf that's come, me lady?" she said, a slight flush of pleasure lighting up the pale, sad face. Part 3 There's something about this person i really like! 鈥楢nd I am sure Julia has an excellent heart,鈥?she said enthusiastically, recalling Mr Silverdale鈥檚 definite assurance that 鈥榠t鈥?was not Julia. At the time she had been so full of more personal emotion that she had scarcely cared; now the balm of that was divinely soothing. 鈥極h, Mr Keeling,鈥?she said. 鈥榊ou will surely be able to see them for yourself.鈥? 鈥淚t鈥檚 not Mr. Pontifex,鈥?she continued, 鈥渢hat鈥檚 so bad; he鈥檚 good at heart. He never says nothing unkind. And then there鈥檚 his dear eyes 鈥?but when I speak about that to my Rose she calls me an old fool and says I ought to be poleaxed. It鈥檚 that Pryer as I can鈥檛 abide. Oh, he! He likes to wound a woman鈥檚 feelings, he do, and to chuck anything in her face, he do 鈥?he likes to wind a woman up and to wound her down.鈥?(Mrs. Jupp pronounced 鈥渨ound鈥?as though it rhymed to 鈥渟ound.鈥? 鈥淚t鈥檚 a gentleman鈥檚 place to soothe a woman, but he, he鈥檇 like to tear her hair out by handfuls. Why, he told me to my face that I was a-getting old; old, indeed! there鈥檚 not a woman in London knows my age except Mrs. Davis down in the Old Kent Road, and beyond a haricot vein in one of my legs I鈥檓 as young as ever I was. Old, indeed! There鈥檚 many a good tune played on an old fiddle. I hate his nasty insinuendos.鈥? 鈥淥h, that鈥檚 the kindest thing of all you have done for me,鈥?he exclaimed. 鈥淚 thought all 鈥?all middle-aged people liked my father and mother.鈥? "Is it yersilf that's come, me lady?" she said, a slight flush of pleasure lighting up the pale, sad face. There was already a counter in the shop and a few fittings, so that nothing now remained but to get some stock and set them out for sale. Ernest said he could not begin better than by selling his clerical wardrobe and his books, for though the shop was intended especially for the sale of second-hand clothes, yet Ellen said there was no reason why they should not sell a few books too; so a beginning was to be made by selling the books he had had at school and college at about one shilling a volume, taking them all round, and I have heard him say that he learned more that proved of practical use to him through stocking his books on a bench in front of his shop and selling them, than he had done from all the years of study which he had bestowed upon their contents.