Gladys, the Reaper eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 646 pages of information about Gladys, the Reaper.

Gladys, the Reaper eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 646 pages of information about Gladys, the Reaper.

She put a letter into Rowland’s hands, and watched his countenance as he read it.

‘My dear aunt, how very good of you!’ exclaimed Rowland; ’the very thing I wished for.  Oh, if I can only get it, I shall be quite happy.  A curacy in London, father!  Just read this.  Sir Philip thinks I might not like it in the heart of the city, but that is really what I wish.  Plenty to do all the week long.  Oh, aunt, how can I thank you enough?’

’By making every effort to advance yourself in life, and to rise in the world, my dear nephew,’ said Mrs Jonathan.

‘What do you think, uncle?’ asked Rowland, turning to Mr Jonathan Prothero, who was seated in the window, with a large book before him, that he had brought from the carriage.

‘He! what! what did you ask?’

’Only what you think of this London curacy that my aunt has been so kind as to write about.’

’Me!  I!  Oh, capital! just the thing in my humble opinion.  If you get it, you will be able to go to the Museum, and look up the old genealogy we were talking about.  Do you know I have made a remarkable discovery about Careg Cennin Castle.  It was built—­’

‘Never mind, my dear, just now; we were talking of Rowland’s curacy,’ interrupted Mrs Jonathan, who generally managed all business matters.

‘To be sure, my dear, to be sure, you know best,’ said Mr Jonathan absently, resuming his book.

‘For my part, sister,’ said the farmer, ’I ’ould rather he had a curacy in his own country, and so ’ould his mother; but he’s so confoundedly ambitious.’

‘Aunt, won’t you come upstairs and take off your things?’ asked Netta, interposing, for once in her life, at the right time.

‘Thank you, my dear, I should be very glad,’ and they accordingly disappeared.

‘Father,’ began Rowland, as soon as they were gone, ’I think it right to tell you, that we were obliged, out of sheer charity, to take that poor Irish girl into the house.  It was impossible to move her without risk of instant death.’

‘And upon my very deed, Rowland, if this isn’t too bad,’ cried the farmer, stamping his foot on the floor, and instantaneously swelling with passion.  ’As if it wasn’t enough to have paupers, and poor-rates, and sick and dying, bothering one all day long, without your bringing an Irish beggar into the house.  I never saw such an ’ooman as your mother in my life; she’s never quiet a minute.  I ’ont stand it any longer; now ’tis a subscription for this, now a donation for that, then sixpence for Jack such a one, or a shilling for Sal the other, till I have neither peace nor money.  Come you, sir, go and turn that vagabond out directly, or I’ll do it before your mother comes home, hark’ee, sir.’

‘I can’t father, really.’

‘Then I will.’

Off stalked the farmer in his passion, crying out in the passage, ‘Shanno, come here!’

A servant girl quickly answered the summons.

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