Gresley

I have a sort of sympathy with Gresley as regards his sister.

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I daresay you reached poor Gresley where I failed.

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I tell you, Gresley, neither you nor I could have sat all those hours without stirring as she did.

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Gresley said she did not think he was quite a bounder, only on the boundary line.

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“I think,” said Mrs, Gresley, who had thought the same till that instant, “that they would look best in the hall.”

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“Your course is perfectly clear, my dear Gresley,” said the Archdeacon, not impatiently, but as one who is ready to open up a new subject.

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Gresley come in without her hat, with the snow upon her.

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Mr. and Mrs. Gresley had just started for the church, Mr. Gresley looking worn and harassed, for since luncheon he had received what he called “a perfectly unaccountable letter” from one of his principal parishioners, a Dissenter, who had been present at the morning service, and who Mr. Gresley had confidently hoped might have been struck by the sermon.

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I wish Gresley would not call the Dissenters blind leaders of the blind.

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So far, during the eight years since she had left the schoolroom, she had always been “Miss Gresley,” a little personage treated with consideration wherever she went, and choyée for her delicate humour and talent for conversation.

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