Cousin Phillis by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
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winch.'
'We don't know who invented the alphabet,' said he, half smiling, and taking up his pipe. 'No, I dare say not, sir,' replied I, half offended; 'that's so long ago.' Puff--puff--puff. 'But your father must be a notable man. I heard of him once before; and it is not many a one fifty miles away whose fame reaches Heathbridge.' 'My father is a notable man, sir. It is not me that says so; it is Mr Holdsworth, and--and everybody.' 'He is right to stand up for his father,' said cousin Holman, as if she were pleading for me. I chafed inwardly, thinking that my father needed no one to stand up for him. He was man sufficient for himself. 'Yes--he is right,' said the minister, placidly. 'Right, because it comes from his heart--right, too, as I believe, in point of fact. Else there is many a young cockerel that will stand upon a dunghill and crow about his father, by way of making his own plumage to shine. I should like to know thy father,' he went on, turning straight to me, with a kindly, frank look in his eyes. But I was vexed, and would take no notice. Presently, having finished his pipe, he got up and left the room. Phillis put her |
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