’
‘You would speak of the house?’
‘Many’s the time little Miss Mary would say her papa meant for her to have it,
she having no brothers and sisters at all—when we played together I mean, she
and me and Joan Pottiswick. He will be dependent on you. Why had Ruth married him? A penniless outcast, for she must
have known he was that. “It’s all dirt that washes off, dear, but it’s dirt. Pausing with the intention of turning back,
he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be
seen through the trees. But, you see, she HAS to lie up. ’
He sighed elaborately. Bribble’s rendering of the service
—he had the sort of voice that brings out things—and was still teeming with
ideas about it when finally a wild outburst from the organ made it clear that,
whatever snivelling there might be down in the chancel, that excellent wind
instrument was, in its Mendelssohnian way, as glad as ever it could be. Gerald watched her vanish into the darkness, unusually incensed. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found
behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose—
dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain.
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