Scenes of Clerical Life/Book 2/Chapter 7

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178863Scenes of Clerical Life — Book 2/Chapter 7George Eliot


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Mr. Bates's hair was now grey, but his frame was none the less stalwart, and his face looked all the redder, making an artistic contrast with the deep blue of his cotton neckerchief, and of his linen apron twisted into a girdle round his waist.

"Why, dang my boottons, Miss Tiny," he exclaimed, "hoo coom ye to coom oot dabblin' your faet laike a little Muscovy duck, sich a day as this? Not but what ai'm delaighted to sae ye. Here Hesther," he called to his old humpbacked house-keeper, "tek the young ledy's oombrella an' spread it oot to dray. Coom, coom in, Miss Tiny, an' set ye doon by the faire an' dray yer faet, an' hev summat warm to kape ye from ketchin' coold."

Mr. Bates led the way, stooping under the door-places, into his small sitting-room, and, shaking the patchwork cushion in his arm-chair, moved it to within a good roasting distance of the blazing fire.

'"hank you, uncle Bates" (Caterina kept up her childish epithets for her friends, and this was Page:Scenes of Clerical Life volume 1.djvu/292 Page:Scenes of Clerical Life volume 1.djvu/293 Page:Scenes of Clerical Life volume 1.djvu/294 Page:Scenes of Clerical Life volume 1.djvu/295 Page:Scenes of Clerical Life volume 1.djvu/296