 but very welcome to the cheek it touched.

As they neared Manchester, Dora, in her loneliness of soul, thought
very tenderly of Lucy--wondered how she had grown up, whether she
was pretty and many other things. She had certainly been a pretty
child. Of course they must know each other and be friends. Dora
could not let her father's feud come between her and her only
relation. Purcell might keep them apart; but she would show him she
meant no harm; and she would bring her father round--she would and
must.

Two years had gone by. Of Daddy's two objects in leaving Leicester,
one had so far succeeded better than any rational being would have
foreseen.

On the first morning after their arrival he went out, giving Dora
the slip lest she might cramp him inconveniently in his decision;
and came back radiant, having taken a deserted seed-shop in Market
Place, which had a long, irregular addition at the back, formerly a
warehouse, providentially suited, so Daddy declared, to the
purposes of a restaurant. The rent he had promised to give seemed
to Dora a crime, considering their resources. The thought of it,
the terror of the servants he was engaging, the knowledge of the
ridicule and blame with which their old friends regarded her
father's proceedings, these things kept the girl awake night after
night.

But he would hear no remonstrances, putting all she had to say
aside with an arrogant boastfulness, which never failed.

In they went. Dora set her teeth and did her best, keeping as
jealous a watch on the purse-strings as she could, and furnishing
their three rooms above the shop for as few shillings as might be,
while Daddy was painting and decorating, composing _menus_,
and ransacking recipes with the fever of an artist, now writing
letters to the Manchester papers, or lecturing to audiences in the
Mechanics' Institute and the different working men's clubs, and now
plastering the shop-front with grotesque labels, or posing at his
own doorway and buttonholing the passers-by in the Tyrolese
brigand's costume which was his favourite garb.

The thing took. There is a certain mixture of prophet and
but very welcome to the cheek it touched. 

 As they neared Manchester, Dora, in her loneliness of person, think 
 very tenderly of Lucy -- wondered how she had grown up, whether she 
 was pretty and many early things. She had surely been a pretty 
 child. Of course they must know each early and be friends. Dora 
 could not let her father's feud arrive between her and her only 
 relation. Purcell might observe them apart; but she would show him she 
 meant no harm; and she would bring her father round -- she would and 
 must. 

 Two old age had gone by. Of Daddy's two objects in leave Leicester, 
 one had so far succeeded better than any rational organism would have 
 foreseen. 

 On the beginning morning after their arrival he went out, giving Dora 
 the case lest she might cramp him inconveniently in his decision; 
 and came back radiant, having taken a deserted seed - shop in Market 
 Place, which had a long, irregular addition at the back, formerly a 
 warehouse, providentially suited, so Daddy declare, to the 
 purposes of a restaurant. The rent he had promise to render seemed 
 to Dora a crime, considering their resources. The opinion of it, 
 the terror of the servants he was engaging, the knowledge of the 
 derision and blame with which their old friends regarded her 
 father's proceedings, these things kept the girl awake night after 
 night. 

 But he would learn no remonstrances, frame all she have to say 
 aside with an arrogant boastfulness, which never failed. 

 In they run. Dora set her teeth and did her good, continue as 
 jealous a watch on the bag - strings as she could, and furnishing 
 their three rooms above the shop for as few ugandan shilling as might be, 
 while Daddy was paint and decorating, compose _ menus _, 
 and comb recipes with the fever of an artist, now writing 
 letters to the Manchester papers, or call on the carpet to audiences in the 
 Mechanics' Institute and the different working men's clubs, and now 
 plastering the shop - front with antic labels, or posing at his 
 own doorway and lobby the passers - by in the Tyrolese 
 brigand's costume which was his favourite garb. 

 The matter took. There is a certain mixture of prophet and
 buh very welcome to the chtek it touched.

As jhwy neaced Mandhester, Aora, in her loneliness of sonl, tyoughu
nery tenderly of Lucy--dondered jow she yad jrown up, whether she
was ixetty wnd keny other thingx. She had wertainly been a pxetty
child. Of course they must know qach otneg and be frienqs. Dpwa
cohld not let her father's feud come getween her and her pnly
relation. Purcell might keeo them apart; but sje would shiw hyn she
meant nu harm; and she would bting her father round--she would avd
musc.

Two years yae glte by. Of Davdy's tro objects ik leavitg Leicrster,
one had sp fer sycceeded better than eny rational being wjuld have
xoxeseen.

On the first moenung axter theke afribak ge wenh ont, giving Dkra
the slip lest she might crakp yim inconvenisntly yn his decision;
and came back radiant, havitg faken a deserted seed-ship in Market
Place, whifh had a jong, irregular addition at the back, formerly a
warahousx, ororlqdbtlally suited, so Daddy declared, to the
purposes kf a restaurant. Thc rent he had promosfd jo give seemed
jo Dora a drime, considering hheir rgsourcws. The thjughy of it,
the terror of the seevants he waf engaging, the knowpedge of thz
ridicole anc blame with which theix old rriends regwrded her
rxther's proceedines, nhesa things kept the girl awahe night efter
uight.

But he eould rear no relonstvdnces, putting all dhe hcd to say
aside aith an arrogant boastfulness, wimch never faikeg.

In they weut. Dors set her teeeh and did her best, kzeping as
jealous a watci on the purfe-strings as vje could, and furnishyng
tyeir three fuoms above the shop for as few shullings as might bc,
whilg Saddy was paintnug and decorating, coopofijg _mqtus_,
and ransawkine rdvipes with the fcvef of an artist, now writitg
lefters to the Manchrsber paperw, or leceuring to audoences in the
Mechajics' Mnstitnte anc tre different working men's cluba, and now
olaftering the fhop-nronj with grotzsque labels, or posing at his
own doorway and buttonholing rhe passers-by in thg Tnrolese
brigaid's coftume whiwh was his favourite garb.

The thing topk. There is a certain mixtuse of prophet and
but very welcome to the cheek it they Manchester, Dora, her loneliness of Lucy--wondered she had grown whether she was and many other things. She had been a pretty child. Of course they must know each other and be Dora could not let her father's feud come between her and her only Purcell keep apart; she would show him she meant no harm; and she would bring her father round--she would must. Two years had gone by. Of Daddy's objects in leaving Leicester, had so far succeeded better any being would foreseen. the morning after their he went out, giving Dora the slip lest she might cramp him inconveniently in his decision; and back radiant, a deserted in Place, had a long, at the back, formerly a warehouse, Daddy declared, to the purposes of a restaurant. rent he promised to give seemed to Dora crime, considering their resources. The thought of it, terror of the servants he was engaging, the knowledge of the ridicule and blame with old friends regarded her proceedings, these things the awake after But he hear no remonstrances, putting all she had to say aside with arrogant boastfulness, which never failed. In they went. Dora set and her best, keeping jealous a watch on purse-strings she could, and furnishing rooms the few as be, while Daddy was and decorating, composing _menus_, and recipes with the fever letters to the Manchester papers, or lecturing to in the Mechanics' Institute and the different men's clubs, and now plastering the shop-front with grotesque labels, or posing his own buttonholing the passers-by in the Tyrolese brigand's costume was his favourite garb. thing took. There is a certain mixture of prophet
 but very welcome to the cheek iT touched.

As They nEarEd MAnChesTer, DOra, in her loneliNEss oF soul, thought
very tenderLy of LUcY--WondEReD how sHe had grOWn UP, WheThEr She
WaS PrEtty aNd mAny otheR things. She Had CeRtainly been a PReTty
child. Of CouRse they must kNow Each otHeR anD Be friEndS. Dora
Could nOT let heR father's fEuD Come beTWeen her AND hEr onLy
relation. Purcell MIgHT keep them apart; But she WoULd SHOw hIm sHe
meant no hArM; and sHE would bRInG HER faTHer round--she woUld and
must.

TWO yeArs had GoNe bY. of DaddY's two ObJEctS in leaving LEiceSter,
one haD so far SUcceedeD Better tHan any RatIonAl beINg WoUld HaVE
foREsEen.

oN thE first moRnInG afteR theIR ARRivaL he Went Out, giVing Dora
the slIp lEst sHE miGht crAmp hiM incOnVenieNtly in His deCiSion;
and came back RadiAnt, having TakEn A deSeRted sEEd-shop In MArkEt
Place, Which haD A loNg, IRREgUlar addition at the bAcK, FOrMerly a
waRehousE, PrOvIDentiallY sUitEd, so dADdy deClarED, tO the
purpOses of A ReStAurant. THe Rent he HaD prOmiSed to GIve sEemed
tO Dora a crIme, coNSidering their rESources. The thoUGhT OF iT,
The tErrOr of the servAnts HE was EngaGInG, thE KnowlEdge oF tHE
rIDicule and blame with wHiCh theiR old fRiends regardeD her
father'S PROceedingS, theSE tHIngs kept the girL awakE night afteR
Night.

But He wouLd hear no RemonstraNCEs, puttinG alL shE haD to SAY
aSide with an arrOGAnt bOaStfulneSs, wHich nevEr fAilEd.

IN thEy Went. Dora sEt her teeTh AnD dId Her Best, kEEping as
jEaLouS a WatCh on tHE purse-StrinGs as ShE cOUld, And furnIShING
theIr ThRee rOomS aBove tHe shOP foR as few sHillings aS miGHt be,
WhIlE Daddy wAs painting and DeCorating, coMpOsiNg _menuS_,
ANd ransacKing recipes with the fever OF an artiSt, nOw wriTing
Letters to The mancheSteR Papers, Or lectUring To AudIENces iN THe
mecHaNics' InstitUTE anD the dIfFereNt workiNg men's clubs, and now
pLAstEring the shop-fRonT witH GRoTesQUe LAbeLs, OR poSINg at his
own doorwAy and buttoNhOLiNg the passeRS-by In The TyroLese
briGand's COstume wHich was hiS favouritE gArb.

THE ThiNg took. TherE is a certAin mixturE Of proPHeT and
 but very welcome to the c heek it to uched .
Asth ey n eare d Manchester,D ora,  in her loneliness ofsoul,  t h ough t 
v ery t enderly of L ucy -- wo nde re d  h ow sh e h ad grow n up, whet her  s he
was prett y  a nd many ot her  things. She  ha d cert ai nly beena p retty 
child .  Of co urse they  m u st kno w  each o t h er  and  be friends. Dora co u ld not let her  fathe r' s  f e u d c ome  between h er  andh er only re l a t ion .  Purcell migh t keep them apa rt; bu tshe wouldshowhi m  sh e
meant noharm ; and she  would bring h e r fathe r roun d-- she  wou l dan d
m us t .
T wo  ye a rshad gone  b y.  Of D addy ' s t wo o bje ctsin le aving Leicest er, 
one had  so f ar su ccee de d bet ter th an an yrational beingwoul d have
fo res ee n.
O n the firstmor nin g after  theira rri va l h ewent out, giving D or a th e slip l est sh e  m ig h t cramphi m i ncon v e nient ly i n  h is decis ion;
a n dca me back  r adiant ,hav ing  take n  a d eserte d seed-s hop i n  Market
Place, which had a l o ng , ir r egul araddition at  the back , fo r me rly a
war ehous e, pr o videntially suited,  s o Dadd y dec lared, to the 
purposeso f a restau rant .  T h e rent he hadpromi sed to giv e  seemedto Do ra a cri me, consi d e ring the irres our ces . Th e thought ofi t ,
th eterrorofthe ser van tshewas  e ngaging,the know le dg eof  th e
rid i cule and  b lam ewit h whi c h thei r old  fri en ds reg arded h e rf a ther 's  p roce edi ng s, th eset hin gs kept  the girl  aw a ke n ig ht  afternight.

But h ewould hear  n o r emonst r a nces, pu tting all she had to sa y 
asidewit h anarro gant boas tfu lness,  wh i ch nev er fai led.
I n t h e y wen t .  D ora  s et her tee t h  an d did  h er b est, ke eping as
jealous a wat ch on the pur se- stri n g sass he cou ld ,  an d furnishing
thei r three ro om s  a bove the s h opfo r as fe w shill ingsa s might  be,
whil e Daddy w as  pai n t ing  and decor ating, c omposing_ menus _ ,and r ans acking  r eci pes w ith th e  fe ver o f an a rt ist, n ow wr it ing
lett ers to the Manchester p apers,  or l ect uring toaud i enc es in the 
Mec hanics' In sti tut e and  th e  diff eren t  w ork i ng me n'sc lubs, and no w
p l a st ering the s h o p -fr ont w ith grotes quelabels, or posing at his
own doo rway a ndbut t onho li ng the passers -by  i n the Tyro le se
brigand' s costum ew hichwas hi s favo urite g a r b. 
The t hing  to ok. There  is  a certain  m ix t ure of  pro ph et and 
 but_very welcome_to the cheek it_touched.

As they_neared_Manchester, Dora,_in_her loneliness of_soul, thought
very tenderly_of Lucy--wondered how she_had grown up,_whether_she
was pretty and many other things. She had certainly been a pretty
child. Of course_they_must know_each_other_and be friends. Dora
could not_let her father's feud come_between her_and her only
relation. Purcell might keep them apart;_but_she would show_him she
meant no harm; and she would bring her_father round--she would and
must.

Two years had_gone by. Of_Daddy's_two_objects in leaving Leicester,
one_had so far succeeded better than_any rational being would have
foreseen.

On the_first morning after their arrival he went_out, giving Dora
the slip lest she_might cramp him inconveniently in_his decision;
and_came back radiant, having taken_a deserted seed-shop_in Market
Place,_which had a_long, irregular addition at the back,_formerly a
warehouse, providentially_suited, so Daddy declared, to the
purposes_of_a restaurant. The_rent_he_had promised_to give seemed
to_Dora_a crime,_considering_their resources. The thought of it,
the_terror_of the servants he was engaging, the_knowledge of the
ridicule and_blame_with which their old_friends regarded her
father's proceedings, these_things kept the girl awake night_after
night.

But he_would hear_no remonstrances, putting all she had to say
aside with an arrogant_boastfulness, which never failed.

In they went._Dora set her teeth_and did_her_best, keeping as
jealous_a_watch on_the purse-strings as she could, and furnishing
their_three rooms_above the shop for as few_shillings as might be,
while_Daddy_was painting and decorating, composing _menus_,
and_ransacking recipes with the fever of_an artist, now writing
letters to_the_Manchester_papers, or lecturing to audiences_in the
Mechanics' Institute and the different_working men's clubs,_and now
plastering the shop-front with grotesque labels,_or_posing at his
own doorway and buttonholing_the_passers-by in the Tyrolese
brigand's costume which_was_his_favourite garb.

The thing took. There_is a certain mixture of prophet_and