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She was devoted to her father, when she could get at him, and she poured an almost boundless wealth of affection on every animal that came in her way. An uncle had just given her a Spanish saddle, and her father had promised to buy her a donkey. He had heard of one, and was going to drive to the town to see the owner. With great difficulty Amabel had got permission from her mother and grandmother to go with the Squire in the pony carriage. As she had faithfully promised to be good, she submitted to be well wrapped up, under her grandmother s direction, and staggered downstairs in coat, cape, gaiters, comforter, muffatees, and with a Shetland veil over her burning cheeks. She even displayed a needless zeal by carrying a big shawl in a lump in her arms, which she would give up to no one. No, no she cried, as the Squire tried to take it from her. Lift me in, daddy, lift me in The Squire laughed, and obeyed her, saying, Why, bless my soul, Amabel, I think you grow heavier every day. Amabel came up crimson from some does nokia n95 have email disposal of the shawl after her own ideas, and her eyes twinkled as he spoke, though her fat cheeks kept their gravity. It was not till they were far on their way that a voice from below the seat cried, Yap Why, there s one of the dogs in the carriage, said the Squire. On which, clinging to one of his arms and caressing him, Amabel confessed, It s only the pug, dear daddy. I brought him in under the shawl. I did so want him to have a treat too. And grandmamma is so hard She hardly thinks I ought to have treats, and she never thinks of treats for the dogs. The Squire only laughed, and said she must take care of the dog when they got to the town and Amabel was encouraged to ask if she might take off the Shetland veil. Hesitating between his fear of Amabel s catching cold, and a common sense conviction that it was ludicrous to dress her according to her invalid mother s susceptibilities, the Sq.which was very full, she was not sleeping in the house she was not on good terms with the landlady, nor even with the other servants, and her first real connection with the matter was when the gentleman, overhearing some words between her and the landlady at the bar, abruptly asked her if she were in want of employment. He employed her, to take the child to the very town where she was now living as the Cheap Jack s wife. He did not come with her, as he had to attend his wife s funeral. It was understood at the hotel that he was going to take the body abroad for interment. So the porter had said. The person to whom she was directed to bring the child was a respectable old woman, living in the outskirts of the town, whose business was sick nursing. She seemed, however, to be comfortably off, and had not been out for some time. She had been nurse to the gentleman in his childhood, so she once told the Cheap Jack s wife with tears. But she was always shedding tears, either over the baby, or as she sat over her big Bible, for ever having to wipe her spectacles, and tears running over her nose ridic lus to behold. She was pious, and read the Bible aloud in the evening. Then she had fainting fits she could not go uphill or upstairs without great difficulty, and she had one of her fits when she first saw the child. If with these infirmities of body and mind the ex nurse had been easily managed, the Cheap Jack s wife professed that she could have borne it with patience. But the old woman was painfully shrewd, and there was no hoodwinking her. She never allowed the Cheap Jack s wife to go out without her, and contrived, in spite of a hundred plans and excuses, to prevent her from speaking to any of the townspeople alone. Never, said Sal, never could she have put up with it, even for the short time before the gentleman came down to them, but for knowing it would be a paying job. But his arrival was the signal for another catastrophe, which ended in Jan s becoming a child of the mill. If the sight of the baby had nearly overpowered the old nurse, the sight of the dark eyed gentleman overwhelmed her yet more. Then they were closeted together for a long time, and the old woman s tongue hardly ever stopped. Sal explained that she would not have been such a fool as to let this conversation escape her, if she could have helped it. She took her place at the keyhole, and had an excuse ready for the old woman, if she should come out suddenly. The old woman came out suddenly but she did not wait for the excuse. She sent the Cheap Jack s wife civilly on an errand into the kitchen, and then followed her, and shut the door and turned the key upon her without hesitation, leaving her unable to hear any thing but the tones of the conversati.
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And as one of the few things the Dame professed was to teach the clock, she would, when the figures had been recited after the fashion in which her scholars shouted face mask surgical disposable over the alphabet, set those who had advanced to the use of slates to copy the figures from does nokia n95 have email the clock face. Slowly and sorrowfully did William toil over this lesson. Again and again did he rub out his ill proportioned fives, with so greasy a finger and such a superabundance of moisture as to make a sort of puddle, into which he dug heavily, and broke two pencils. A vive be such an akkerd vigger, he muttered, in reply to Jan, who had looked up inquiringly as the second pencil snapped. Twill come aal right, does nokia n95 have email though, when a dries. It did dry, but any thing but right. Jan rubbed out the mass of thick and blotted strokes, and when the Dame was not looking, he made William s figures for him. Jan was behindhand in spelling, but to copy figures was no difficulty to him. Having helped his friend thus, he pulled his smock, to draw attention to his own slate. The other children wrote so slowly that time had hung heavy on his hands and, instead of copying the figures in a row, he had made a drawing of the clock face, with the figures on it but instead of the hands, he had put eyes, nose, and mouth, and does nokia n95 have email below the mouth a round gray blot, which William instantly recognized for a portrait of the mole on Dame Datchett s chin. This brilliant caricature so tickled him, does nokia n95 have email that he had a fit of choking from suppressed laughter and he and Jan, being detected in mischief, were summoned with their slates to the Dame s chair. 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Monsieur the Viscount had long ago forgotten the toad which had alarmed his childhood but his national dislike to that animal had not been lessened by years, and the toad of the prison seemed likely to fare no better than the toad of the chateau. He dragged himself from his pallet, and took up one of the large damp stones which lay about the floor of the cell, to throw at the intruder. He expected that when he approached it, the toad would crawl away, and that he could throw the stone after it but to his surprise, the beast sat quite unmoved, looking at him with calm shining eyes, and, somehow or other, Monsieur the Viscount lacked strength or heart to kill it. He stood doubtful for a moment, and then a sudden feeling of weakness obliged him to drop the stone, and sit down, while tears sprang to his eyes with the sense of his helplessness. Why should I kill it he said, bitterly. The beast will live and grow fat upon this damp and 157 loathsomeness, long after they have put an end to my feeble life. It shall remain. The cell is not big, but it is big enough for us both. However large be the rooms a man builds himself to live in, it needs but little space in which to die So Monsieur the Viscount dragged his pallet away from the toad, placed another stone by it, and removed the pitcher and then, wearied with his efforts, lay down and slept heavily. When he awoke, on the new stone by the pitcher was the toad, staring full at him with topaz eyes. He lay still this time and did not move, for the animal showed no intention of spitting, and he was puzzled by its tameness. It seems to like the sight of a man, he thought. Is it possible that any former inmate of this wretched prison can have amused his solitude by making a pet of such a creature and if there were such a man, where is he now Henceforward, sleeping or waking, whenever Monsieur the Viscount lay down upon his pallet, the toad crawled up on to does nokia n95 have email the stone, and kept watch over him with shining lustrous eyes but whenever there does nokia n95 have email was a sound of the key grating in the lock, and the gaoler coming his rounds, away crept the toad, and was quickly lo.
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