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He turned at the foot of River Gate into Farthing Lane, the long, winding, tree-bordered alley that ran beneath the edge of the town past the outer fringe of houses, the alley wherein Hawthwaite had witnessed the nocturnal meeting between Mrs. Elstrick and Krevin Crood. Brent remembered that as he hastened along, running between the trees on one side and the high walls of the gardens on the other.
In that glance she realized what a difficult task lay before her. "Yes, Miss Brent, I wished to talk with you," she answered. "Sit down, please." Jean slid reluctantly into the chair opposite Grace, surveying her with an expression which said plainly, "Well, why don't you begin?" "Did you have a sale of your clothes in your room one week ago last Saturday?"
To the N. is Brean Down, a narrow promontory extending more than a mile into the sea, with traces of earthworks. From Weston it may be reached in the summer months by a ferry; the road from the same place is a circuitous one, by way of Bleadon or Lympsham. Brent, East, a village 2 m. E. of Brent Knoll Station. The name may refer to the knoll, brent meaning a steep hill.
Mallows bent with a truculent narrowing of his lids and an outthrust chin, but observing that the city man was in no wise cowed by his scowls he amended his attitude. Two days before Brent would have been more cautious of offending this man, whose exploits had run, sometimes, to violence, but a subtle transformation had begun in him.
You make the mistake of thinking that because you have no ideals, other people haven't. I hope Howard hasn't said he'd take the house. He's gone off somewhere, and I haven't been able to see him." Trixton Brent looked at her queerly. "After that last manoeuvre of yours," he said, "it was all I could do to prevent him from rushing over to Jerry Shorter's and signing the lease." She did not reply.
Daney's mental superior; she was confident of her ability to retain his loyalty should he display a tendency to betray them. "Well, dear Mr. Daney," she murmured in her melted-butter voice, "what new bugaboo have you developed for us?" "You do not have to bother calling upon the Brent girl, Miss Elizabeth. She says now that if Donald asks her to marry him she'll accept.
"Exactly," said Brent. Streathern regarded him with a certain nervousness and veiled pity. Streathern had been brought into contact with many great men. He had found them, each and every one, with this same streak of wild folly, this habit of doing things that were to him obviously useless and ridiculous.
Brent threw back his head and laughed. "You haven't got it anyway, Warry," he cried. Mr. Trowbridge, who resembled a lean and greying Irish terrier, maintained that he had. "It's a pity you don't ride, Lula. I understand that that's one of the best preventives for gout. I bought a horse last week that would just suit you an ideal woman's horse. He's taken a couple of blue ribbons this summer."
"'Tain't half as dangerous as that orchard back there, if you didn't come into it honest! an' if you did come honest, there ain't no reason why I can't borry a fiver bein' a fam'ly matter, as you might say!" "I came honest, and I'm leaving honest, you drunken fool," Brent raved at him. "And don't try any blackmail dodges on me or I'll beat your head off!" "Blackmail!"
Longworth also rose, and said languidly 'As this seems to be a meeting of long-lost brothers, I shall not intrude. Good-day, Mr. Von Brent. Then, adjusting his eyeglass in a leisurely manner, he walked out of the room. When Edith Longworth entered the office of George Wentworth, that young gentleman somewhat surprised her.
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