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So has going up a ladder which makes you feel much less safe in the place to which it leads you than if you had got there by a proper flight of stairs. So very often has finding yourself face to face with the accomplishment of what you have been striving for, if you happen to be weak minded. Under the combined influences of all these causes, the nurse listened nervously to Master Lake, as he did the honors of the mill. Those be the mill stones, ma am. Pretty fastish they grinds, and they goes faster when the wind s gusty. Many a good cat they ve ground as flat as a pancake from the poor gawney beasts getting into the hopper. Oh, sir cried the nurse, now thoroughly alarmed, give me the young lady back again. Deary, deary me I d no notion it was so dangerous. Oh, don t, sir don t Tut, tut I ll hold un safe, ma am, said the windmiller, who had all a man s dislike for shirking at the last moment what had once been decided upon and, as the nurse afterwards expressed it, before she had time to scream, he had tucked Miss Amabel Adeline Ammaby s finery well round her, and had dipped her into the hopper and out again. In that moment of suspense both the women had been silent, and the little Jan had gazed steadily at the operation. As it safely ended, they both broke simultaneously into words. You might have knocked me down with a feather, mum gasped Mrs. Lake. I couldn t look, mum. disposable respirator nrp I couldn t have looked to save my life. I turned my back. I d back ee allus to do the silliest thing as could be done, missus, said the miller, who had a pleasant husbandly way of commenting upon his wife s conversation to her disparagement, when she talked before him. As for me, ma am, the nurse said, I couldn t take my eyes off the dear child s hood. But move, no thank you, ma am, I couldn t have moved hand or foot for a five pound note, paid upon the spot. The baby got well. Whether the mill charm worked the.he understood it all. You re wondering, maybe, what made me hope he d do different to what I d done. But, ye see, his mother was just an angel, and I reckoned he d be half like her. Then she d lived with gentlefolks from a child, and knew manners and such like that I never learned. And for as little as I d taught myself, he d at any rate begin where his father left off. He was all we had. There seemed no fault in him. His mother dressed him like a little prince, and his manners were the same. Ah, we were happy Then Well, Master Swift said Jan, for the schoolmaster had paused. Can t ye see the place is empty he answered sharply. Who takes bite or sup with me but Rufus She died. I d have gone mad but for the boy. All my thought was to make up her loss to him. A child learns a man to be unselfish, Jan. I used to think, God may well be the very fount of unselfish charity, when He has so many children, so helpless without Him I think He taught me how to do for that boy. I dressed him, I darned his socks what work I couldn t do I put out, but I had no one in. When I came in from school, I cleaned myself, and changed my boots, to give him his meals. Rufus and I eat off the table now, but I give ye my word when he was alive we d three clean cloths a week, and he d a pinny every day and there s a silver fork and spoon in yon drawer I saved up to buy him, and had his name put on. I taught him too. He loved poetry as well as his best mask for virus protection father. He could say most of Milton s Lycidas. It was an unlucky thing to have learned him too Eh, Jan we re poor fools. I lay awake night after night reconciling my mind to troubles that were never to come, and never dreaming of what was before me. I thought to myself, John Swift, my lad, you re making yourself a bed of thorns. As sure as you make your son a gentleman, so sure he ll look down on his old father when he gets up. Can ye bear that, John Swift, and her dead, and him all that ye have I didn t ask myself twice, Jan. Of course I could bear it. Would any parent stop his child from being better than himself because he d be looked down on I never heard of one. I want him to think me rough and ignorant, says I, for I want him to know what s better. And I shan t expect him to think on how I ve slaved for him, till he s children of his own, and their mother a lady. But when I m dead, I says, and he stands by my grave, and I can t shame him no more with my common ways, he ll say, The old man did his best for me, for he has his mother s feelings. I tell ye, Jan, I cried like a child to think of him standing at my burying in a good black coat and a silk scarf like a gentleman, and I no more thought of standing at his than if he was bound to live for ever. And, mind ye, I did all I could to improve my.
en, and he must have heard my last speech as he came along the passage but he made no remark on it, and only said, Would any young man here like to go with me to see a patient I went willingly, for I was both tired and half ashamed of teasing Minnie, and we were soon in the street. It was a broad and cheerful one, as I said but before long we left it for a narrower, and then turned off from that into a side street, where the foot path would disposable respirator nrp only allow us to walk in single file a dirty, dark lane, where surely the sun never did shine. What a horrid place I said. I never was here before. Why don t they pull such a street down 123 What is to become of the people who live in it said my father. Let them live in one of the bigger streets, I said it would be much more comfortable. Very likely, he said but they would have to pay much more for their houses and if they haven t the money to pay with, what s to be done I could not say, for, like older social reformers than myself, I felt more sure that the reform was needed, than of how to accomplish it. But before I could decide upon what to do with the dirty little street, we had come to a place so very much worse that it disposable respirator nrp put the other quite out of my head. There is a mournful fatality about the pretty names which are given, as if in mockery, to the most wretched of the bye streets in large towns. The street we had left was called Rosemary Street, and this was Primrose Place. Primrose Place was more like a yard than a street the houses were all irregular and of different ages. On one side was a gap with palings disposable respirator nrp round it, where building was going on, and beyond rose a disposable respirator nrp huge black factory. But the condition of Primrose Place was beyond description. I had never seen anything like it before, and kept as close to my father as was consistent with boyish, dignity. The pathway was broken up, children squalled at the doors and 124 quarrelled in the street, which was strewn with rags, and bones, and bits of old iron, and shoes, and the tops of turnips. I do not think there was a whole unbroken window in all the row of tall miserable houses, and the wet clothes hanging out on lines stretched across the street, flapped above our heads. I counted three cripples as we went up Primrose Place. My father stopped to speak to several people, and I heard many complaints of the bad state of trade to which my sister had alluded. He gave some money to one woman, and spoke kindly to all but he hurried me on as fast as he could, and we turned at last into one of the houses. My ill humour had by this time almost worked itself off in the fresh air, and the novel scenes through which we had come and, for the present, the morning s disappointment was forgotten as I followed my father through the crowded.rite of his childhood. Did the genius in him really take its rise in the old artist who etched those willows which he had once struggled to rival with slate pencil His mother s sketches were far inferior disposable respirator nrp to his own but with the loving and faithful study of nature which they showed, perhaps, too, with disposable respirator nrp the fact that they were chiefly gathered from homely and homelike scenes, from level horizons and gray skies, Jan felt a sympathy which stirred him to the heart. His delight in them touched Lady Adelaide even more than it moved his father. But then no personal inconvenience disposable respirator nrp in the past, no long habits of suffering and selfishness, blunted her sense of the grievous wrong that had been done to her husband s gifted son. Nor to him alone It was with her husband s dead wife that Lady Adelaide s sympathies were keenest, the mother, like herself, of an only child. Mr. Ford s client went almost unwillingly to his wife s grave, by the side of which her old father s bones will n95 mask protect against silica now rested. But Jan and Lady Adelaide hastened thither, hand in hand, and the painter s pledge was redeemed. Since the old man died, it had been little tended, and weeds grew rank where flowers had once been planted. Jan threw himself on the neglected grave. My poor mother he cried, almost bitterly. For a moment the full sense of their common wrong seemed to overwhelm him, and he shrank even from Lady Adelaide. But when, kneeling beside him, she bent her face as if the wind that sighed among the grass stalks could carry her words to ears long dulled in death, My poor child I will be a mother to your son Jan s heart turned back with a gush of gratitude to his good stepmother. He had much reason to be grateful then, and through many succeeding years, when her training fitted him to take his place without awkwardness in society, and her tender care atoned so she hoped for the hardships of the past. The brotherly love between Jan and D Arcy was a source of great comfort to her. Once only was it threatened with estrangement. It was when they had grown up into young men, and each believed that he was in love with Amabel. Jan had just prepared to sacrifice himself and Amabel with enthusiasm to his brother, when D Arcy luckily discovered that he and the playmate of his childhood were not really suited to each other. It was the case. The conventionalities of English society in his own disposable respirator nrp rank were part of D Arcy s very life, but to Amabel they had been made so distasteful in the hands of Lady Craikshaw that her energetic, straight forward spirit was in continual revolt and it was not the least of Jan s merits in her eyes that his life had been what it was, that he was so different from the rest of the people amongst whom she lived, and that the interests and pleasures whic.shining in the sky, you ll say they re as natteral as life. Bo serve the fierceness in the eye of that black Tom. The one that s a coming round the chimney pot is a Sandy yellow ochre in the body, and the markings in red. There isn t a harpist living could do em better, though I says it that s the lad s father. The cats were very popular, and so were the Prize Pig, Playful Porkers, Sow and her Little Ones, disposable respirator nrp as exhibited by the mascara n95 Cheap Jack. But the prime favorite was The Faithful Friend, consisting of sketches of Rufus in various attitudes, including a last sleep on the grave of a supposititious master, which Jan drew with a heart that ached as if it must break. It was growing dark, but the exhibition had been so successful that day, and the crowd was still so large, that the hunchback was 3m particulate mask loath to desist. At a sign from him, Jan put his colored chalks into a little pouch in front of him, and drew in powerful chiaroscuro with soft black chalk and whitening. These sketches were visible for some time, and the interest of the crowd did not abate. Suddenly a flush came over Jan s wan cheeks. A baker who had paused for a moment to look, and then passed on, was singing as he went, and the song and the man s accent were both familiar to Jan. The swallow twitters on the barn, The rook is cawing on the tree, And in the wood the ring dove coos What s your name, boy The peremptory tone of the question turned Jan s attention from the song, which died away down the street, and looking up he met a pair of eyes as black as his own, and Mr. Ford s client repeated his question. On seeing that a swell had paused to look, the Cheap Jack hurried to Jan s side, and was in time to answer. John Smith s his name, sir. He s slow of speech, my lord, though very quick with his pencil. There s not many artists can beat him, though I says it that shouldn t, being his father. You his father said the gentleman. He is not much like you. He favours his mother more, my lord, said the Cheap n95 mask Jack and that s where he gets his talents too. No one ever thought he got em from you, old hump said one of the spectators, and there was a roar of laughter from the bystanders. Mr. Ford s client still lingered, though the staring and pushing of the rude crowd were annoying to him. Do you really belong to this man he asked of Jan, and Jan replied, trembling, Yes, sir. Your son doesn t look as if you treated him very well, said the gentleman, turning to the Cheap Jack. Take that, and give him a good supper this evening. He deserves it. As the Cheap Jack stooped for the half crown thrown to him, Mr. Ford s client gave Jan some pence, saying, You can keep these yourself. Jan s face, with a look of gratitude upon it, seemed to startle him afresh, but it was getting dar.
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I had a strong natural desire to be pretty, but I felt sure I had been taught somehow that it was much more meritorious not to care about it. It certainly did not please me when if I had offended them the maids said I should never be as pretty as Maud Mary Ibbetson, my bosom friend but when nurse took the good looking glass out of the nursery, and hung up the wavy one which used to be in her room instead, to keep me from growing vain, I did not dispute her statement that the less little girls looked in the glass the better. And when I went to see Maud Mary who was the only child of rich parents, and had a cheval glass in her own bed room , it was a just satisfaction to me to feel that if she was prettier, and could see herself full length, she was probably vainer than I. disposable respirator nrp It was very mortifying, therefore, to find that my godmother not only thought me plain, but gave me no credit for not minding it. I grew redder and redder, and my eyes disposable respirator nrp filled with tears. Lady Elizabeth was very nice in one way she treated us with as much courtesy and consideration as if we were grown up. People do not think about being polite to children, but my godmother was very polite. 240 My dear child, she said, holding out her hand, I am very sorry if I have hurt your feelings. I beg your pardon. I put my hot and rather dirty little paw among n95 pediatric mask her cool fingers and diamond rings. I could not mutter to her face, but I said rather under my sobs that it seemed such a thing to be blamed for not being pretty. My dear Selina, I never said anything about your being pretty. I said I should be sorry if you did not grow up nice looking, which is quite another thing. It will depend on yourself whether you are nice looking or not. I began to feel comforted, but I bridled my chin in an aggrieved manner, which I know I had caught from Mrs. Marsden, the charwoman, whe.and he did not like being alone. River still rising, he cried, pointing to the flood in the moonlight, and the wind s simply awful. He always said the same things, but it was the cry for companionship that gave the real importance to his words. Lucky, I cried back, our tent s in the hollow. I think it ll hold all right. I added something about the difficulty of finding wood, in order to explain my absence, but the wind caught my words and flung them across the river, so that he did not hear, but just looked at me through the branches, nodding his head. Lucky if we get away without disaster he shouted, or words to that effect and I remember feeling half angry with him for putting the thought into words, for it was exactly what I felt myself. There was disaster impending somewhere, and the sense of presentiment lay unpleasantly upon me. We went back to the fire and made a final blaze, poking it up with our feet. We took a last look round. But for the wind the heat would have been unpleasant. I put this thought into words, and I remember my friend s reply struck me oddly that he would rather have the heat, the ordinary July weather, than this diabolical wind. Everything was snug for the night the canoe lying turned over beside the tent, with both yellow paddles beneath her the provision sack hanging from a willow stem, and the washed up dishes removed to a safe distance from the fire, all ready for the morning meal. We smothered the embers of the fire with sand, and then turned in. The flap of the tent door was up, and I saw the branches and the stars and the white moonlight. The shaking willows and the heavy buffetings of the wind against our taut little house were the last things I remembered as sleep came down and covered all with its soft and delicious forgetfulness. chapter 2 Suddenly I found myself lying awake, peering from my sandy mattress through the door of the tent. I looked at my watch pinned against the canvas, and saw by the bright moonlight that it was past twelve o clock the threshold of a new day and I had therefore slept a couple of hours. The Swede was asleep still beside me the wind howled as before something plucked at my heart and made me feel afraid. There was a sense of disturbance in my immediate neighborhood. I sat up quickly and looked out. The trees were swaying violently to and fro as elderly medical face mask the gusts smote them, but our little bit of green canvas lay snugly safe in the hollow, for the wind passed over it without meeting enough resistance to make it vicious. 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