"And how do you get on, Maria?"
"Why, things seem going wrong, somehow. There's that new nurse feels
herself unwell, and the jelly's melted, and Miss Christie was cross."
"That's awkward; but they're trifles. When the mud's up to your neck,
you needn't trouble yourself because you've lost your pattens. You want
a night's rest, my dear."
"Ay, I do; and don't you worrit, Swan, over Matthew being so _ugly_ with
you."
"Certainly not," said Swan. "He's turned more civil too. Said he to me
this morning, 'Misfortunes in this life is what we all hev to expect.
They ought not to surprise us,' said he; 'they never surprise me, nor
nothing does.' It's true too. And he's allers for making a sensible
observation, as he thinks (that shows what a fool he is). No, if he was
to meet a man with three heads, he wouldn't own as he was surprised;
he'd merely say, 'You must find this here dispensation very expensive in
hats.'"
CHAPTER XXXII.
MR. BRANDON IS MADE THE SUBJECT OF AN
HONOURABLE COMPARISON.
John Mortimer, thanks to a strong frame and an excellent constitution,
was soon able to rise.
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