The Story of Bessie Costrell by Mrs. Humphry Ward
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flood into his room, and before he could compose himself to sleep the
women called him. But he shed no more tears. He saw Eliza die, his companion of forty years, and hardly felt it. What troubled him all through the last scene was the thought that now he should never know why she was so set against 'Bessie's 'avin it.' SCENE II It was, indeed, the general opinion in Clinton Magna that John Bolderfield--or 'Borrofull,' as the village pronounced it, took his sister-in-law's death too lightly. The women especially pronounced him a hard heart. Here was 'poor Eliza' gone, Eliza who had kept him decent and comfortable for forty years, ever since he was a lad, and he could go about whistling, and--to talk to him--as gay as a lark! Yet John contributed handsomely to the burial expenses--Eliza having already, through her burial club, provided herself with a more than regulation interment; and he gave Jim's Louisa her mourning. Nevertheless these things did not avail. It was felt instinctively that he was not beaten down as he ought to have been, and Mrs. Saunders, the smith's wife, was applauded when she said to her neighbours that 'you couldn't expeck a man with John Bolderfield's money to have as many feelins as other people.' Whence it would seem that the capitalist is no more truly popular in small societies than in large. John, however, did not trouble himself about these things. He was hard |
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