Illustrations of political economy, Volume 6 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 6 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
Mr. Pim looked about him to ascertain what o'clock it was, and would
fain have made out that it was time for the children to go home; but
Mrs. Storey would not let him off so easily. She convinced him that it
was not yet eleven, and declared that she wished far more to see how
matters ordinarily went on than to usurp the office of interrogator.
When the children had recovered their spirits, and their master his
composure, business was resumed; and Matilda was as much surprised at
the cleverness with which some things were taught as she had been
shocked at the deficiencies of the kind of learning in which Mr. Pim was
the least versed. She now envied him his power over the children's
minds, and the effect which he knew how to produce by a timely joke, or
a familiar illustration, or an appeal to facts with which his pupils
were already familiar. She only wished that he would pique himself
rather less upon his morals while making the very most of the opposition
of interests in the society about him. He could not speak of any virtue
without pointing out that his friends had it, and the Preventive men
not; and, even in the presence of the Lieutenant's wife, it seemed
difficult to restrain the expressions of hatred which were on the lips
of him who taught and of those who answered.
The ladies did not leave the school till it was emptied of the children,
whom they followed, to see how some dropped into their several homes,
and whither others betook themselves. The last who was left to trip
along by herself was Trinity Draper, who cast a glance behind her at
almost every step, as if not liking to have her return accompanied by
strangers. They had no intention, however, of losing sight of her, as
they were disposed for a walk, and found their curiosity excited by the
mingled barbarism and civilization in the air of the children of this
wandering tribe.
They began, after a time, to suspect that the little girl did not mean
to let them see her place of abode, so manifold were her turns and
windings from the beach to the fields, and then upon the downs, and
again to the beach. When she had led them through a long circuit, she
finally struck up the country, and proceeded towards an unfrequented
hollow way, where high banks excluded the view on either side, a rugged
soil wearied the feet of the walker, and nothing was to be seen at the
end of the lane but the grey sea, at the moment undiversified by a
single sail.
"I wonder you are not afraid to set foot in this dreary place, so
alarmed as you were by these very people yesterday," observed Matilda to
her companion, as they arrived in sight of a gipsy tent, spread on a
patch of grass under shelter of the eastern bank. "I have been
speculating all the way on when you would propose to turn back."
Elizabeth replied that she had visited the encampment before, without
fear, knowing that the men were absent at this time of day, and that
there was nothing to fear from the women and children.
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