There was nothing to be got out of the man. Byrom,—a poet of whom his native town, Manchester, may be justly
proud; and his features and figure have been preserved by the most illustrious of
his companions on the present occasion,—Hogarth,—in the levée in the "Rake's
Progress," and in "Southwark Fair. "Your hesitation convinces me he does," replied the widow. ”
His fingers touched hers for a moment under the ledge of the box. He loved the sea, and could
give a good account of himself in any weather. “She has nothing to be afraid of,” he continued. He would know her address to-morrow. Seeming to feel that this statement called for
explanation, he added, ‘I been working for the sisters six month, see. ”
“I shall do very well, thank you, ma’am,” he answered shortly. The girl’s gaze met his in interested
inquiry. ”
He then slipped a diamond ring on her finger. Frequently he would take up a box of talc and send a
shower down his back, or fill his palms with the powder and rub his face and
arms and hands. She breathed deeply, and he breathed
sympathetically. She would be healthy, too, and vigorous.
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