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Mr Enoch Blurt could throw no light on the subject, but he could, and did, add to Sir James's increasing knowledge of the youth's reported dissipation, and sympathised with him strongly in his desire to find out Aspel's whereabouts.
With characteristic caution that worthy cleared his throat, and with national deliberation repeated Aspel's query, after which, in a marked tone of regret, he said slowly, "Weel, sir, I really div not ken." Aspel thanked him with a sarcastic smile and passed on.
Others got the engine to work in a few seconds, but already the flames had rushed into the lower rooms and passages and licked away the windows. The thick stream of water had just begun to descend on the fire, when another engine came rattling to the field, and its brazen-headed warriors leaped down to join the battle. "Oh!" groaned Miss Lillycrop at that moment, recovering in Aspel's arms. "Oh!
Possibly the thought of another reproof from Phil was the cause of Aspel's decision not to look him up on the present occasion. As he descended the steps, a man as tall and powerful as himself met him and stared him in the face. Aspel fired up at once and returned the stare. It was Abel Bones, on his way to post a letter.
Being aware, from former experience, of the danger of this condition, and being, as we have said, a man of some strength of will, he rose to go. At the moment a half-tipsy man at the little table next him carelessly flung the end of his cigar away. It alighted, probably by accident, on the top of Aspel's head. "Hallo, sir!" shouted the enraged youth, starting up and seizing the man by his collar.
Four men entered, bearing a stretcher. They placed it gently on the low truckle-bed in the corner, and, removing the cover, revealed the mangled and bloody but still breathing form of Abel Bones. "He seemed to be a bit unhinged in his mind," said one of the men in reply to Aspel's inquiring look "was seen goin' recklessly across the road, and got run over.
Here he encountered the stern glance of George Aspel. Being a dark, stern man himself, with a bulky powerful frame, he rather rejoiced in the sight of a man who seemed a worthy foe. "What d'ee wan' here, you long-legged hah! would you?" he added, on observing Aspel's face flush and his fists close, "Take that!" He struck out at his adversary's face with tremendous violence.
There was something in the look and in the tone which caused George Aspel's heart to beat like a sledge-hammer. He stooped down, and, looking into her eyes, still in a brotherly way, said "Is it possible, May, that you could trifle with my feelings?" "No, it is not possible," she answered promptly. "Oh!
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