Daniel Quorm and his religious notions . Its the Lords Will, You Know! 59 Here in the sanded front-room at ThomasToms sat the members of Brother Quormsclass. Only a few to-night, foi many livedacross the moors, and some a mile away oventhe fields; and even Danel could excuse thosewho tarried at home on such a night as storm itself had nothing to do with thetalk of that evening, only it came somehow tobe inseparably bound up with the memoriesof it. The meeting had opened quietly enough witha trumpet meter, followed by a hearty or three had spoken, but it was not untilWidow P
Daniel Quorm and his religious notions . Its the Lords Will, You Know! 59 Here in the sanded front-room at ThomasToms sat the members of Brother Quormsclass. Only a few to-night, foi many livedacross the moors, and some a mile away oventhe fields; and even Danel could excuse thosewho tarried at home on such a night as storm itself had nothing to do with thetalk of that evening, only it came somehow tobe inseparably bound up with the memoriesof it. The meeting had opened quietly enough witha trumpet meter, followed by a hearty or three had spoken, but it was not untilWidow Pascoes turn came that the memorabletalk of that evening began. There she sat, ina huge bonnet of rusty black, the very capa-cious widows cap gathered about a face whichwas always in mourning. That mouth ofitself rendered crape altogether superfluous, thelong thin lips drawn down at the corners, andtucked away under the wrinkles and furrows,as if to keep it in its place. The languidly-closed eyes, the solemn shake of the head, thedeep si
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