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He appeared in the great hall an hour before dinner-time, as the tables were being set, and sent a servant for Mistress Manners. "Hark you!" he said; "you need not rouse the whole house. It is with Mistress Manners alone that my business lies." He broke off, as Mrs. FitzHerbert looked over the gallery. "Mr. Biddell!" she cried. He shook his head, but he seemed to speak with some difficulty.
She expected me to do something about it! Horrible! I should almost have preferred the proposal. "My dear Miss Biddell," I soothed her in my best salad-oil voice, cultivated at the Embassy, "you are much prettier than Miss Guest, and you can win Snell back easily if you want him. Probably he's only flirting, to make you jealous." "It's me he was flirting with," she moaned.
Topcliffe's baggage, while the faithful servant kept watch in the passage! Perhaps another glass of ale "Yes, sir," said George an hour later, still a little flushed with the amount of drink he had been forced to consume. "I had some trouble to get it. But I think this is what your honour wanted." He began to search in his deep breast-pocket. "Tell me," said Mr. Biddell.
Then, with a rumbling shock, a chasm many thousand years deep yawned between me and ancient No, the City of Palaces: It was the voice of Sir John Biddell which opened the ravine of time, and let the Nile pour through it.
Sir John Biddell recalled the fact that Egyptian horses had been celebrated, and that it was "as swell a thing to be a charioteer then as it was now to be a Vanderbilt with a coach and four." As for a retrousse nose, it didn't matter where it was, on a tomb-wall or on a girl's face. Monny thought differently.
When we were ambling side by side, separated from the rest of the party by a gleaming cloud of copper dust, a few long-haired, brown sheep, some blue-eyed water buffalo, and a plague of little birds, Enid turned upon me a pair of tear-wet eyes. "Why, Miss Biddell, what is the matter or is it a cold in your head?" I asked anxiously. "It's not a cold in my head," she confessed.
The stiff hair rose slightly along his neck and massive shoulders. Kane could not help congratulating himself that he was not in the keeper's place. But he felt sure everything was all right, as Biddell was supposed to know his business.
And as for Egypt being now the land of Veiled Women, where Suffragettes find no sympathy, I've heard that the prophet's order for veiling has been purposely misconstrued by tyrannical men, with their usual jealousy. Even Mohammed himself was jealous." With this Miss Hassett-Bean sat down, amid fitful applause; and at my earnest request, Miss Enid Biddell, the prettier twin, stood bravely up.
Hamilton. I waited a few minutes to see that all was well, and then I came to you, sir." There was silence in the little room for a moment. It was the small back office of Mr. Biddell, where he did his more intimate business, looking out on to a paved court. The town was for the most part asleep, and hardly a sound came through the closed windows.
Ruined temples were everywhere, "thick as flies," as I heard Harry Snell say to Enid Biddell; but why bother about them, when finer ones were waiting further down on the menu-card of the Nile-feast? Especially when there was a pretty girl to walk the deck with, meanwhile? As for Tell el-Marna, the Heretic King's great city, the general vote went against a visit to the ruins.
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