Sir Godfrey's grand-daughters : a novel . CHAPTER XIII. SIR GODFREY RECEIVES A LETTER. I am not fond of expecting catastrophes, but there arecracks in the world. —Sydney Smith. It is impossible to predict what a day maybring forth. The morning postman, whistlingcheerily as he trudges down the long roads,may carry about with him in that harmless-looking bag of his materials which may causemoral explosion to an entire household. Theblue business envelope lies on the mastersplate ; the master himself, fresh from his bath,well groomed, well shaved, enters the break-fast-room with pleasurable antic
Sir Godfrey's grand-daughters : a novel . CHAPTER XIII. SIR GODFREY RECEIVES A LETTER. I am not fond of expecting catastrophes, but there arecracks in the world. —Sydney Smith. It is impossible to predict what a day maybring forth. The morning postman, whistlingcheerily as he trudges down the long roads,may carry about with him in that harmless-looking bag of his materials which may causemoral explosion to an entire household. Theblue business envelope lies on the mastersplate ; the master himself, fresh from his bath,well groomed, well shaved, enters the break-fast-room with pleasurable anticipations ofhot coffee and devilled kidneys. The letterattracts his eyes. He opens it to find himselfon the brink of ruin. Some bank has failed ;some speculation has miscarried. But Fates SIR GODFREY RECEIVES A LETTER. 241 messenger is still trudging along the roadsand is whistling as cheerily as ever. Willingly give thyself up to Clotho, saysthe old philosopher M. Aurelius Antoninus,* allowing her to spin thy thread into whateverthings
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