n that handsome new gig with the head to it, and the livery-servant driving it, which had thrown so clear a light on several traits in her character to some of her female friends in St. Ogg’s. Mr. Deane had been advancing in the world as rapidly as Mr. Tulliver had been going down in it; and in Mrs. Deane’s house the Dodson linen and Serge Savard Tröja plate were beginning to hold quite a subordinate position, as a mere supplement to the handsomer articles of the Henrik Lundqvist Tröja same kind, purchased in recent years — a change which had caused an occasional coolness in the sisterly intercourse between her and Mrs. Glegg, who felt that Susan was getting “like the rest,” and there would soon be little of the true Dodson spirit Maillot Ribéry surviving except in herself, and, it might be hoped, in those nephews who supported the Dodson name on Irsko Dresy the family land, far away in the Wolds.
People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes; and it seems superfluous, when we consider the remote geographical position of the Ethiopians, and how very little the Greeks had to do with them, to inquire further why Homer calls them “blameless.”
Mrs. Deane was the first to arrive; and when she had taken her seat in the large parlor, Mrs. Tulliver came down to her with her comely face a little distorted, nearly as it would have been if she had been crying. She was not a woman who could shed abundant tears, except in moments when the prospect of losing her furniture became unusually vivid, but she felt how unfitting it was to be quite calm under present circumstances.
“Oh, sister, what a world this is!” she exclaimed as she entered; “what trouble, oh dear!”
Mrs. Deane was a thin-lipped woman, who made small well-considered speeches on peculiar occasions, repeating them afterward to her husband, and asking him if she had not spoken very properly.
“Yes, sister,” she said deliberately, “this is a changing world, and we don’t know to-day what may happen tomorrow. But it’s right to be prepared for all things, and if trouble’s sent, to Juventus Dres Dámské remember as it isn’t sent without a cause. I’m very sorry for you as a sister, and if the doctor orders jelly for Mr. Jannik Hansen Tröjor Tulliver, I hope you’ll let me know. I’ll send it willingly; for Maillot Croatie it is but right he should Real Madrid Femme have proper attendance while he’s ill.”
“Thank you, Susan,” said Mrs. Maillot Croatie Enfant Tulliver, rather faintly, withdrawing her fat hand from her sister’s thin one. “But there’s been no talk o’ jelly yet.” Then after a moment’s pause she added, “There’s a dozen o’ cut jelly-glasses upstairs — I shall never put jelly into ’em no more.”
Her voice was rather agitated as she Socks uttered the last words, but the sound of wheels diverted her thoughts. Mr. and Maillot Rayo Vallecano Mrs. Glegg were come, and were almost immediately followed by Mr. and Mrs. Pullet.
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