Domestic fiction; Sisters -- Fiction; Women -- England -- Fiction
Yet, ere the fields of the county were first covered with snow that
season, only one sign survived of the devastating revolution, and that
was a loose sheet of wall-paper that had been too soon pasted on to new
plaster and would not stick. Maria Insull was Maria Critchlow.
Constance had been out into the Square and seen the altered sign, and
seen Mrs. Critchlow's taste in window-curtains, and seen--most
impressive sight of all--that the grimy window of the abandoned room at
the top of the abandoned staircase next to the bedroom of her girlhood,
had been cleaned and a table put in front of it. She knew that the
chamber, which she herself had never entered, was to be employed as a
storeroom, but the visible proof of its conversion so strangely
affected her that she had not felt able to go boldly into the shop, as
she had meant to do, and make a few purchases in the way of
friendliness. "I'm a silly woman!" she muttered. Later, she did
venture, timidly abrupt, into the shop, and was received with fitting
state by Mrs. Critchlow (as desiccated as ever), who insisted on
allowing her the special trade discount. And she carried her little
friendly purchases round to her own door in King Street. Trivial,
trivial event! Constance, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, did
both. She accused herself of developing a hysterical faculty in tears,
and strove sagely against it.
CHAPTER VIII
THE PROUDEST MOTHER
I
In the year 1893 there was a new and strange man living at No. 4, St.
Luke's Square. Many people remarked on the phenomenon. Very few of his
like had ever been seen in Bursley before. One of the striking things
about him was the complex way in which he secured himself by means of
glittering chains. A chain stretched across his waistcoat, passing
through a special button-hole, without a button, in the middle. To this
cable were firmly linked a watch at one end and a pencil-case at the
other; the chain also served as a protection against a thief who might
attempt to snatch the fancy waistcoat entire. Then there were longer
chains, beneath the waistcoat, partly designed, no doubt, to deflect
bullets, but serving mainly to enable the owner to haul up penknives,
cigarette-cases, match-boxes, and key-rings from the profundities of
hip-pockets. An essential portion of the man's braces, visible
sometimes when he played at tennis, consisted of chain, and the upper
and nether halves of his cuff-links were connected by chains.
Occasionally he was to be seen chained to a dog.
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