It Is Never Too Late to Mend by Charles Reade
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remarks, partly hoping to find customers in them, strolled into the
farmyard before his companions rose from the table. The others, looking carelessly out of the window, saw William join the two men and enter into conversation with them; but their attention was almost immediately diverted from that group by the entrance of Meadows. He came in radiant; his face was a remarkable contrast to the rest of the party. Susan could not help noticing it. "Why, Mr. Meadows," cried she, "you look as bright as a May morning; it is quite refreshing to see you; we are all rather down here this morning." Meadows said nothing, and did not seem at his ease under this remark. George rose from the table; so did Susan; Robinson merely pushed back his chair and gave a comfortable little sigh, but the next moment he cried "Hallo!" They looked up, and there was William's face close against the window. William's face was remarkably pale, and first he tried to attract George's attention without speaking, but finding himself observed by the whole party, he spoke out. "George, will you speak a word?" said he. George rose and went out; but Susan's curiosity was wakened, and she |
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