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Ten shilling a week I heard un with my own ears. I d a kep un for five, if they d asked me. I wonders now. Little uns like that does get stole by gipsies sometimes. Varmer Smith s son were, and never heard on again. They falls into a mill race too sometimes. They be so venturesome. But I doubt twouldn t do. Them as it belongs to might be glad enough to get rid of un, and save their credit and their money too by turning upon I after all. The miller s man puzzled himself in vain. He could think of no mode of action at once safe and certain of success. He did not even know whether what he possessed had any value, or how or where to make use of it. But a sort of dim hope of seeing his way yet kept him about the mill, and he persevered in the effort to learn to read, and kept his big ears open for any thing that might drop from the miller or his wife to throw light on the history of Jan, with whom his hopes were bound up. Meanwhile, with a dogged patience, he bided his time. CHAPTER VIII. VISITORS AT THE MILL. A WINDMILLER OF THE THIRD GENERATION. CURE FOR WHOOPING COUGH. MISS AMABEL ADELINE AMMABY. DOCTORS DISAGREE. One of the earliest of Jan s remembrances of those remembrances, I mean, which remained with him when childhood was past was of little Miss Amabel, from the Grange, being held in the hopper of the windmill for whooping cough. Jan was between three and four years old at this time, the idol of his foster mother, and a great favorite with his adopted brothers and sisters. A quaint little fellow he was, with a broad, intellectual looking face, serious to old fashionedness, very fair, and with eyes like slans. He was standing one morning at Mrs. Lake s apron string, his arms clasped lovingly, but somewhat too tightly, round the waist of a sandy kitten, who submitt.passive dogs. They should be treating a barrier after the fashion of their old country, leaping against it, barking, and scratching the nicely painted door. He bounded up the last little hill to set them an example, for he was still full of the rebellion of the world but he found no door to leap against. He could see beyond the entrance dear masses of people, yet no dog crossed the threshold. They continued in their patient ring, their gaze upon the winding road. He now advanced cautiously to examine the gate. It occurred to him that it must be fly time in this region, and he did not wish to make himself ridiculous before all these strangers by trying to bolt through an invisible mesh like the one that had baffled him when he was a little chap. Yet there were no protective put wiki screens, and despair entered his soul. What bitter punishment these poor beasts must have suffered before they learned to stay on this side the arch that led to human beings What had they done on earth to merit this Stolen bones troubled his conscience, runaway days, sleeping in the best chair until the key clicked in the lock. These were sins. At that moment an English bull terrier, white, with liver colored spots and a jaunty manner, approached him, snuffling in a friendly way. No sooner had the bull terrier smelt his collar than he fell to expressing his joy at meeting him. The Airedale s reserve was quite thawed by this welcome, though he did not know just what to make of it. I know you I know you exclaimed the bull terrier, adding inconsequently, What s your name Tam o Shanter. They call me Tammy, was the answer, with a pardonable break in the voice. I know them, said the bull terrier. Nice folks. Best ever, said the Airedale, trying to be nonchalant, and scratching a flea which was not there. I don t remember you. When did you know them About fourteen tags ago, when they were first married. We keep track of time here by the license tags. I had four. This is my first and only one. You were before my time, I guess. He felt young and shy. Come for a walk, and tell me all about them, was his new friend s invitation. Aren t we allowed in there asked Tam, looking toward the gate. Sure. You can go in whenever you want to. Some of us do at first, but we don t stay. Like it better outside No, no it isn t that. Then why are all you fellows hanging around here Any old dog can see it s better beyond the arch. You see, we re waiting for our folks to come. The Airedale grasped it at once, and nodded understandingly. I felt that way when I came along the road. It wouldn t be what it s supposed to be without them. It wouldn t be the perfect place. Not to us, said the bull terrier. Fine I ve stolen bones, but it must be that I have been forgiven, if I m to see them h.
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Truly, his bodily sufferings when known at last might well excuse many weaknesses and much moody, irritable impatience especially when it is remembered that the mental sufferings of intellectual men are generally great in proportion to their gifts, and when clogged 116 with nerves and body that are ever urged can baby wear n95 mask jsp ffp2 mask beyond their strength that they often mock the pride of humanity by leaving but little space between the genius and the madman. Another fact was not known till he had died his charity. Then it was discovered how much kindness he had exercised in secret, and that three poor widows had been fed daily from his table during all the best years of his prosperity. Before his death he arranged all his affairs, even to the disposal of his worn out body. My country has been gracious to me, he said, and, if it cares, may n95 disposable dust masks dispose of my carcase as it will. But I desire that after my death my heart may be taken from my body and buried at the feet of my father and my mother in the churchyard of my native town. At their feet, he added, with some of the old imperiousness strong in death. At their feet, remember In one of the largest cities of Germany, a huge marble monument is erected to the memory of the Great Man. On three sides of the pedestal are bas relief designs illustrating some of his works, whereby three fellow countrymen added to their fame and on the fourth is a fine inscription in Latin, setting forth his talents, and his virtues, and the honours conferred on him, and stating in conclusion on the authority 117 of his eulogizer that his works have gained for him immortality. In a quiet green churchyard, near a quiet little town, under the shadow of the quaint old church, a little cross marks the graves of a tradesman and of his wife who lived and laboured in their generation, and are at rest. Near them, daisies grow above the dust of the Fr ulein, which awaits the resurrection from the dead. And at the feet of that simple couple lies the heart of their great son a heart which the sickness of earthly hope and the fever of earthly ambition shall disturb no more. By the Poet s own d.city. I was very angry, and said, I shall go straight down, and complain to godmamma, and I went. The worst of it was that only that very morning Lady Elizabeth had said to me, Remember one thing, my dear. I will listen to no complaints whatever. No grumbles either from you or from Joseph. If you want anything that you have not got, and will ask for it, I will do my best for you, as my little guests and if it is right and reasonable, and fair to both, you shall have what you want. n95 disposable dust masks But you must know your own mind when you ask, and make the 252 best of what I can do for you. I will hear no general complaints whatever. Remembering this, I felt a little nervous when I was fairly in the drawing room, and Lady Elizabeth had laid down her glasses to hear what I had to say. Do you want anything, my dear said she. I began to complain that Joseph was so stupid that it seemed so provoking that I did think it was very unkind of him, etc. but Lady Elizabeth put up her hand. My dear Selina, you have forgotten what I told you. If there is anything that an old woman like me can do to make your father s child happy, do not be afraid to ask for it, but I will not have grumbling in the drawing room. By all means make up your mind as to what you want, and don t be afraid to ask your old godmother. But if she thinks it right to refuse, or you do not think it right to ask, you must make the best n95 disposable dust masks of matters as they stand, and keep your good humour and hospital medical mask your good manners like a lady. I felt puzzled. When I complained to nurse that Joseph was so tiresome, she grumbled back again that she never knew such children, and so forth. It is always easy to meet grievance with grievance, but I found that it was not so easy to make up my mind and pluck up my courage to ask in so many words for what I wanted. 253 Shall I ask Joseph to put away his cannon and come and play at your game for an hour now, my dear I will certainly forbid him to fire into your shop. This did not quite satisfy me. As a matter of fact, Joseph had left his fortress to play with me and I did not really think he would discharge his cannon at the poulterer s again. But I thought myself hardly used, and I wanted my godmother to think so too, and to scold Joseph. What else I wanted, I did not feel quite sure. I wish you would speak to Joseph, I medical mask with smile said. He would attend to you if you told him how selfish and stupid he is. 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A nigger, with a countenance which of itself moved the populace to roars of laughter, had applied to be allowed to compete. Opinions were divided as to whether it would be fair to native talent, whilst there was a strong desire to see a face that in its natural condition was as good as a play, with the additional attractions of a horse collar and a grin. 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It was empty If the miller s man had enjoyed himself before, he was not to be envied now. The Cheap Jack s wife poured forth her woes in a continuous stream of complaint. She minutely described the purse which she had lost, the age and quality of her dress, and the impossibility of there being a hole in her pocket. She took George s arm once more, and insisted upon revisiting every stall and show where they had been, to see if her purse had been found. Up and down George toiled with her, wiping his face and feeling that he looked like a fool, as at each place in n95 disposable dust masks turn they were told that they might as well look for a needle in a bottle of hay, and that pickpockets were as plenty at a mop as blackberries in September. He was tired of the woman now she was troublesome, and fidgetingly persevering, as women are apt to be, and he was vexed to feel how little money was left in his right n95 disposable dust masks hand pocket. 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The old man made some very.mpression stole over the windmiller s wife that he, like her husband, had some wish to conciliate, which in his case struggled hard with a very different kind of feeling, more natural to him. Then he took out a watch of what would now be called the old turnip shape, and said impatiently to the miller, Our time is short, my good man. To be sure, sir, said the windmiller. Missus a word with you here. And he led the way into the round house, where his wife followed, wondering. Her wonder was not lessened when he laid his hand upon her shoulder, and, with flushed cheek and a tone of excitement that once more recalled the Foresters annual meeting, said, We ve had some sore times, missus, of late, but good luck have come our way to night. And how then, maester faltered his wife. 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No less now, industrial face mask and no more hereafter, the governor said. Them were his words. What s ten shilling a week to me, and my child dead and gone moaned the mother, in reply. What s ten shillings a week to you cried the windmiller, who was fairly exasperated, in tones so loud that they were audible in the dwelling room, where the stranger, standing by the three legged table, stroked his lips twice or thrice with his hand, as if to smooth out a cynical smile which strove to disturb their decorous and somewhat haughty compression. What s ten shilling a week to you Why, it s food to you, and drink to you, and firing to you, and boots for the children s feet. Look here, my woman. You ve had a sore affliction, but that s not to say you re to throw good luck in the dirt for a whimsey. This matter s settled. 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