[Mary Marston by George MacDonald]@TWC D-Link bookMary Marston CHAPTER I 6/18
Just look at the work, Mr.Helmer.You see how they are made? It is much more difficult to stitch them like that, one edge over the other, than to sew the two edges together, as they do with ladies' gloves.
But I'll just ask my father whether he marked them himself." "He did mark those, I know," said young Turnbull, who had been listening to all that went on, "for I heard my father say they ought to be sixpence more." "Ah, then!" she returned, assentingly, and laid the gloves on the box before her, the question settled. Helmer took them, and began to put them on. "They certainly are the only glove where there is much handling of reins," he said. "That is what Mr.Wardour says of them," rejoined Miss Marston. "By the by," said Helmer, lowering his voice, "when did you see anybody from Thornwick ?" "Their old man was in the town yesterday with the dog-cart." "Nobody with him ?" "Miss Letty.
She came in for just two minutes or so." "How was she looking ?" "Very well," answered Miss Marston, with what to Helmer seemed indifference. "Ah!" he said, with a look of knowingness, "you girls don't see each other with the same eyes as we.
I grant Letty is not very tall, and I grant she has not much of a complexion; but where did you ever see such eyes ?" "You must excuse me, Mr.Helmer," returned Mary, with a smile, "if I don't choose to discuss Letty's merits with you; she is my friend." "Where would be the harm ?" rejoined Helmer, looking puzzled.
"I am not likely to say anything against her.
<<Back Index Next>> D-Link book Top TWC mobile books
|