Books > Old Books > Saint's Progress (1935)


Page 137

Saint's Progress

mouse-coloured coat. At his invitation they sat down in front of the long bookcase on the two green leather chairs which had grown worn in the service of the parish; and, screwed round in his chair at the bureau, with his long musician's fingers pressed together, he looked at them and waited. The woman had taken out her handkerchief, and was wiping her eyes; but the girl sat quiet, as the mouse she somewhat resembled in that coat.
`Yes, Mrs. Mitchett?' he said gently, at last.
The woman put away her handkerchief, sniffed resolutely, and began: `It's 'Ilda, sir. Such a thing Mitchett and me never could 'ave expected, comin' on us so sudden. I thought it best to bring 'er round, poor girl. Of course, it's all the war. I've warned 'er a dozen times; but there it is, comin' next month, and the man in France.' Pierson instinctively averted his gaze from the girl, who had not moved her eyes from his face, which she scanned with a seeming absence of interest, as if she had long given up thinking over her lot, and left it now to others.
`That is sad,' he said; `very, very sad.'
`Yes,' murmured Mrs. Mitchett; `that's what I tell 'Ilda.'
The girl's glance, lowered for a second, resumed its impersonal scrutiny of Pierson's face.
`What is the man's name and regiment? Perhaps we can get leave for him to come home and marry Hilda at once.'
Mrs. Mitchett sniffed. `She won't give it, sir. Now, 'Ilda, give it to Mr. Pierson.' And her voice had a real note of entreaty. The girl shook her head. Mrs. Mitchett murmured dolefully: `That's 'ow she is, sir; not a word will she say. And as I tell her, we can only think there must 'ave been more than one. And that does put us to shame so!'
But still the girl made no sign.
`You speak to her, sir; I'm really at my wits' end.'
`Why won't you tell us?' said Pierson. `The man will want to do the right thing, I'm sure.'

travel books:
where is HTML where is HEAD where is TITLE mouse-coloured coat. At his invitation they sat down in front of what is long bookcase on what is two green leather chairs which had grown worn in what is service of what is parish; and, screwed round in his chair at what is bureau, with his long musician's fingers pressed together, he looked at them and waited. what is woman had taken out her handkerchief, and was wiping her eyes; but what is girl sat quiet, as what is mouse she somewhat resembled in that coat. `Yes, Mrs. Mitchett?' he said gently, at last. what is woman put away her handkerchief, sniffed resolutely, and began: `It's 'Ilda, sir. Such a thing Mitchett and me never could 'ave expected, comin' on us so sudden. I thought it best to bring 'er round, poor girl. Of course, it's all what is war. I've warned 'er a dozen times; but there it is, comin' next month, and what is man in France.' Pierson instinctively averted his gaze from what is girl, who had not moved her eyes from his face, which she scanned with a seeming absence of interest, as if she had long given up thinking over her lot, and left it now to others. `That is sad,' he said; `very, very sad.' `Yes,' murmured Mrs. Mitchett; `that's what I tell 'Ilda.' what is girl's glance, lowered for a second, resumed its impersonal scrutiny of Pierson's face. `What is what is man's name and regiment? Perhaps we can get leave for him to come home and marry Hilda at once.' Mrs. Mitchett sniffed. `She won't give it, sir. Now, 'Ilda, give it to Mr. Pierson.' And her voice had a real note of entreaty. what is girl shook her head. Mrs. Mitchett murmured dolefully: `That's 'ow she is, sir; not a word will she say. And as I tell her, we can only think there must 'ave been more than one. And that does put us to shame so!' But still what is girl made no sign. `You speak to her, sir; I'm really at my wits' end.' `Why won't you tell us?' said Pierson. `The man will want to do what is right thing, I'm sure.' where is meta name="keywords" content="old books, Free book , free book offer , free audio books , free coloring book pages , free book reports , free audio book , audio books free download , book free , free guest book , books free , free book summaries , download free audio books , free childrens books." where is where are they now rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="../../style.css" where is meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1" where is BODY bgColor=#ffffff text="#000000" where are they now ="#000000" v where are they now ="#FF0000" where is div align="center" where is strong where is strong where is a href="http://www.aaoldbooks.com" Books > where is a href="../default.asp" title="Book" Old Books > where is strong where is a href="default.asp" Saint's Progress (1935) where is table width="700" border="1" align="center" cellpadding="15" cellspacing="0" where is center where is tr where is td width="160" align="center" valign="top" where is div align="center" where is td align="center" valign="top" where is div align="left" where is div align="center" where is p align="left" Page 137 where is p align="center" where is strong Saint's Progress where is p align="justify" mouse-coloured coat. At his invitation they sat down in front of what is long bookcase on what is two green leather chairs which had grown worn in what is service of what is parish; and, screwed round in his chair at what is bureau, with his long musician's fingers pressed together, he looked at them and waited. what is woman had taken out her handkerchief, and was wiping her eyes; but what is girl sat quiet, as what is mouse she somewhat resembled in that coat. `Yes, Mrs. Mitchett?' he said gently, at last. what is woman put away her handkerchief, sniffed resolutely, and began: `It's 'Ilda, sir. Such a thing Mitchett and me never could 'ave expected, comin' on us so sudden. I thought it best to bring 'er round, poor girl. Of course, it's all what is war. I've warned 'er a dozen times; but there it is, comin' next month, and what is man in France.' Pierson instinctively averted his gaze from what is girl, who had not moved her eyes from his face, which she scanned with a seeming absence of interest, as if she had long given up thinking over her lot, and left it now to others. `That is sad,' he said; `very, very sad.' `Yes,' murmured Mrs. Mitchett; `that's what I tell 'Ilda.' what is girl's glance, lowered for a second, resumed its impersonal scrutiny of Pierson's face. `What is what is man's name and regiment? Perhaps we can get leave for him to come home and marry Hilda at once.' Mrs. Mitchett sniffed. `She won't give it, sir. Now, 'Ilda, give it to Mr. Pierson.' And her voice had a real note of entreaty. what is girl shook her head. Mrs. Mitchett murmured dolefully: `That's 'ow she is, sir; not a word will she say. And as I tell her, we can only think there must 'ave been more than one. And that does put us to shame so!' But still what is girl made no sign. `You speak to her, sir; I'm really at my wits' end.' `Why won't you tell us?' said Pierson. `The man will want to do what is right thing, I'm sure.' where is Server.Execute("_SiteMap.asp") % travel books: Saint's Progress (1935) books

Book Pages: default , 005 , 006 , 007 , 008 , 009 , 010 , 011 , 012 , 013 , 014 , 015 , 016 , 017 , 018 , 019 , 020 , 021 , 022 , 023 , 024 , 025 , 026 , 027 , 028 , 029 , 030 , 031 , 032 , 033 , 034 , 035 , 036 , 037 , 038 , 039 , 040 , 041 , 042 , 043 , 044 , 045 , 046 , 047 , 048 , 049 , 050 , 051 , 052 , 053 , 054 , 055 , 056 , 057 , 058 , 059 , 060 , 061 , 062 , 063 , 064 , 065 , 066 , 067 , 068 , 069 , 070 , 071 , 072 , 073 , 074 , 075 , 076 , 077 , 078 , 079 , 080 , 081 , 082 , 083 , 084 , 085 , 086 , 087 , 088 , 089 , 090 , 091 , 092 , 093 , 094 , 095 , 096 , 097 , 098 , 099 , 100 , 101 , 102 , 103 , 104 , 105 , 106 , 107 , 108 , 109 , 110 , 111 , 112 , 113 , 114 , 115 , 116 , 117 , 118 , 119 , 120 , 121 , 122 , 123 , 124 , 125 , 126 , 127 , 128 , 129 , 130 , 131 , 132 , 133 , 134 , 135 , 136 , 137 , 138 , 139 , 140 , 141 , 142 , 143 , 144 , 145 , 146 , 147 , 148 , 149 , 150 , 151 , 152 , 153 , 154 , 155 , 156 , 157 , 158 , 159 , 160 , 161 , 162 , 163 , 164 , 165 , 166 , 167 , 168 , 169 , 170 , 171 , 172 , 173 , 174 , 175 , 176 , 177 , 178 , 179 , 180 , 181 , 182 , 183 , 184 , 185 , 186 , 187 , 188 , 189 , 190 , 191 , 192 , 193 , 194 , 195 , 196 , 197 , 198 , 199 , 200 , 201 , 202 , 203 , 204 , 205 , 206 , 207 , 208 , 209 , 210 , 211 , 212 , 213 , 214 , 215 , 216 , 217 , 218 , 219 , 220 , 221 , 222 , 223 , 224 , 225 , 226 , 227 , 228 , 229 , 230 , 231 , 232 , 233 , 234 , 235 , 236 , 237 , 238 , 239 , 240 , 241 , 242 , 243 , 244 , 245 , 246 , 247 , 248 , 249 , 250 , 251 , 252 , 253 , 254 , 255 , 256 , 257 , 258 , 259 , 260 , 261 , 262 , 263 , 264 , 265 , 266 , 267 , 268 , 269 , 270 , 271 , 272 , 273 , 274 , 275 , 276 , 277 , 278 , 279 , 280 , 281 , 282 , 283 , 284 , 285 , 286 , 287 , 288 , 289 , 290 , 291