Part 4 (2/2)
”Woe to the oppressors!” whispered the blue-stocking.
”Woe to the oppressors!” again muttered the sisters in chorus.
”Poor Toby!” said Catherine King after a pause. The sudden death of her old pet, for such the dog had been, had startled her into a slight pa.s.sing emotion.
Two of the sisters observed this emotion--the faithful Eliza, who looked sympathetic, and Susan Riley, on whose face a sneering smile sat for a moment.
The blue-stocking of course noticed nothing, but continued her employment of examining and smelling at the poison bottle with her thin scientific nose.
CHAPTER IV.
THE FIRST DAY OF LIBERTY.
It was so lovely a summer morning that even the dreary Brixton street looked almost cheerful. So bright a blue sky was overhead, so glorious was the sunlight, that the bushes and flowers in the make-believe gardens in front of each house were fair to the eye as if they had been growing in the pure atmosphere of some far country side.
The s.m.u.ts that covered them were not apparent under this flood of light, and their foliage waved merrily when the gusts of the fresh breeze pa.s.sed them. It was the South West wind that was blowing, that most blessed visitant of our isles, spite of its bl.u.s.terous ways--the sweet wind from over the seas that stirs the blood to the quick flow of joyous youth again, and makes one to dance and laugh for very delight of life.
How, when the South Wester sweeps through the skies, even close London feels its spell! it rushes down the innermost slums, drives back the foul vapours, till the air is almost as that over the mid-ocean, and has a taste of the salt in it, bringing colour to the cheeks of pallid children of the alleys, and jollity to all who are still susceptible to it.
”Mary, I expect an important letter to arrive here by next post for me.
I must have it as soon as possible. Hurry off with it the moment it comes. Here is your fare. Take train to Ludgate Hill and bring it to me at the office. Don't loiter mind; bring it at once.”
It was Mr. Grimm who spoke as he took up his hat and umbrella after breakfast, preparatory to going city-wards.
”All right, father,” replied Mary, as she removed the breakfast things, and the next minute the little lawyer was out of the house and the door slammed behind him--off to his pettifogging, lying, and cheating in his offices, which were in a narrow street off the Ludgate Hill end of Fleet Street.
Mary continued to remove the cups, saucers, and plates, in a rather nonchalant manner.
The stout red-faced second wife of Grimm sat in the arm-chair eyeing her not over kindly for a minute or so, and then in a harsh voice addressed the girl:
”You minx! you minx!” working herself up into a pa.s.sion; ”you do it on purpose to aggravate me, I know you do.”
”Do what?” asked Mary, calmly.
”I've been watching you these ten minutes--dawdling, dawdling, dawdling, as slow as you can; that's what it is. Hurry up now over those things.
What do I give you your food for, and your clothes too, do you think? To work: and work for your living you shall as sure as my name's Grimm.
Hurry up; don't stand there like a stuck pig, with your sulky putty face. Do you hear?”
This was a long speech for Mrs. Grimm, and she halted for breath and further inspiration.
Not a muscle of Mary's face moved, but she did hurry up a little; only for a few seconds though, when, altering her mind, she stopped suddenly in her work and said in a deliberate voice:
”I suppose you think I ought to be very grateful to you, don't you?”
”What! grateful, grateful!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the angry woman, almost too surprised at this exhibition of spirit to talk distinctly. ”What on earth do you mean, you little--you little--”
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