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And just as he stumbled on this profound truth, Geraldine, for her part, caught sight of the pirated editions in his hand, and murmured: 'So Mr. Snyder has told you! What a shame, isn't it? The sympathy in her voice, the gaze of her eyes under the lashes, finished him. 'Do you live far from here? he stammered, he knew not why. 'In Chenies Street, she replied.

The passage over Trafalgar Square was so exciting that, when at length the aged cabman touched pavement that is to say, when his horse had planted two forefeet firmly on the steps of the Golden Cross Hotel he announced that that precise point would be the end of the voyage. 'You go in there and sleep it off, he advised his passengers. 'Chenies Street won't see much of you to-night.

About Chenies Street large modern red-brick mansions have arisen. Woburn Square is a quiet place, with fine trees growing in its pleasant garden. In it is Christ Church, the work of Vulliamy, date 1833. It is of Gothic architecture, and is prettily finished with buttresses and pinnacles, in spite of the ugly material used namely, white brick.

When he had seen her safely to Chenies Street, and was travelling to Dawes Road in a cab, he felt perfectly happy. The story had come to him almost by itself. It had been coming all the evening, even while he was in the box, even while he was lost in admiration of Geraldine. It had cost him nothing. He knew he could write it with perfect ease. And Geraldine admired it!

And then, with stern resolution, up to Baker Street and away by train to Chesham, for a long day's tramp through the Buckingham hills and dales, by Chenies to Chorley Wood and Rickmansworth, so to weary the body that the wearier brain should get some rest that night.

I went to the Breitmeyers, at Rushton Hall, Kettering; it's a fine place, but I was too tired to enjoy anything but a bed. The next Sunday I stayed at Chenies, with the Duchess of Bedford always a favourite resort of mine and another week I went to Welwyn. I met a few old men at these places, but no one else. Everyone is at the front.

Dying in 1555, he was buried in the little parish church of Chenies, near Woburn, where all the Russells rest from his time until now. Woburn Abbey remained until the last century much in its original condition, but in 1747 changes began which have since been continued, and have resulted in the construction of the ducal palace now adorning the spot.

He imagined that he was going to settle down and live for ever in a state of bliss with the finest woman in the world, rich, famous, honoured; and that life held for him no other experience, and especially no disconcerting, dismaying experience. But in this supposition he was mistaken. One afternoon he had escorted Tom to Chenies Street, in order that Tom might formally meet Geraldine.

In fact, Henry could not see how Tom could fail to be enchanted. A minor question which troubled Henry, as they ascended the stone stairs at Chenies Street, was this: Should he kiss Geraldine in front of Tom? He decided that it was not only his right, but his duty, to kiss her in the privacy of her own flat, with none but a relative present. 'Kiss her I will! his thought ran. And kiss her he did.

Before two, they were in the pleasant valley which lies between Chenies and Chesham and pulling up at the door of a fine old Jacobean house, which, set in the midst of delightful lawns and gardens, looked down on the windings of the river Chess.