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And so, alternately spinning yarns, singing songs, dancing, and making fun, and mingling something of heart and brain in all, these benighted creatures made themselves happy instead of peevish, and with a day of stout, vigorous, healthy pleasure, refreshed, indemnified, and warmed themselves for many a day of toil. Two of our personages left Inch Coombe less happy than when they came to it.
We did not drive up to the door but got down near the gate of the avenue. The wagonette was paid off and ordered to return to Coombe Tracey forthwith, while we started to walk to Merripit House. "Are you armed, Lestrade?" The little detective smiled. "As long as I have my trousers I have a hip-pocket, and as long as I have my hip-pocket I have something in it." "Good!
I have seen and talked to her grace myself, and she will allow me to take you to her, if you desire to go." "Do not permit the fact that she has known me for many years to prejudice you against the proposal," said Coombe. "You might perhaps regard it rather as a sort of guarantee of my conduct in the matter. She knows the worst of me and still allows me to retain her acquaintance.
One of his marked suggestions was that there was unusual lack of revelation in his rather fine almond eye. It might have revealed much but its intention was to reveal nothing but courteous detachment from all but well-bred approach to the demand of the present moment. "I think I remember seeing you when you were a boy, Lord Coombe," the Vicar said. "My father was rector of St. Andrews." St.
The girl appeared to care nothing at all for the great event, refused to discuss it, declined absolutely to put herself out in the slightest for the entertainment of her mother's prospective husband, seemed to avoid him in fact. Moreover, she openly expressed her intention of leaving home immediately after the wedding. Mrs. Coombe was afraid people would talk.
Although Bennett has shown great versatility, yet his individual, strong, and vital work is found in the one field where he brings us face to face with the circumscribed, but appealing life of the "Five Towns" district of his youth. John Galsworthy. John Galsworthy was born in Coombe, Surrey, in 1867.
All she has done is to so fill him with the power and sense of her charm that he has not seen enough of the world or learned to care for it. She is the one woman on earth for him and life with her at Braemarnie is all he asks for." "Your difficulty will be that she will not be willing to trust him to your instructions." "I have not as much personal vanity as I may seem to have," Coombe said.
"Whatsoever he tells you don't be frightened. Don't think you are without friends. I will take care of you." "Thank you," she said. "I don't think anything would frighten me. Nothing seems frightening now." After which she went into the room where Dr. Redcliff was waiting for her. The Duchess sat alone and thought deeply. What she thought of chiefly was the Head of the House of Coombe.
Silver dismounted, too. The little cavalcade wound slowly up the hill, skirting the steep side of a coombe that gathered the dusk in its huge green bowl until it brimmed with mystery. Boy looked down into it and longed, as often before, that she had wings on which to float upon that soft and undulating sea of shadow.
There are a good many coachmen and footmen about. Most of them would probably recognize me." It became necessary for Count von Hillern actually to wipe away certain flecks of foam from his lips, as he ground forth again more varied and awful sentiments in his native tongue. "You are going back to Berlin," said Coombe, coldly. "If we English were not such fools, you would not be here.
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