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Is it not enough to note that Mather closes this wondrous tale of the spiritual molestations with the very human explanation that "upon the restoring of the cloaths, the trouble ceased"? ELIZABETH CLAWSON. Fairfield, 1692. Acquitted. Account in previous chapter. MARY and HANNAH HARVEY. Fairfield, 1692. Jury found no bill. GOODY MILLER. Fairfield, 1692. Acquitted. MARY STAPLIES. Fairfield, 1692.
The superintendent's eyelids flickered curiously; otherwise he gave no sign of the quickening of his interest. He was a judge of men, and although Fairfield had rebuffed him he did not believe him to be a murderer. Still, one never knew. Those who kill are not cast in one mould.
All these changes left poor Lenny Fairfield very much to himself, at a time when the new and strange devices which the initiation into book knowledge creates made it most desirable that he should have the constant guidance of a superior mind. One evening after his work, as Lenny was returning to his mother's cottage, very sullen and very moody, he suddenly came in contact with Sprott the tinker.
Fairfield, "and after a few years, Bob, you'll have to be careful how you announce your own age, because it will reveal your sister's." "Pooh! I don't care," said Bumble. "I'd just as lieve people would know how old I am. Nan is twenty-two, and she doesn't care who knows it." "You look about fifty in those ridiculous clothes," said Patty. "Do I?" said Nan, quite unconcernedly.
Riccabocca had been some little time in the solitude of the belvidere, when Lenny Fairfield, not knowing that his employer was therein, entered to lay down a book which the doctor had lent him, with injunctions to leave it on a certain table when done with. Riccabocca looked up at the sound of the young peasant's step. "I beg your honour's pardon, I did not know " "Never mind: lay the book there.
"Nobody need be ashamed of being seen in those stocks, I'should not mind it myself." "We had better move on," said the parson, dryly, "or we shall have the whole village here presently, gazing on the lord of the manor in the same predicament as that from which we have just extricated the doctor. Now, pray, what is the matter with Lenny Fairfield? I can't understand a word of what has passed.
To the surprise of Fairfield, she held out her hand to him while ignoring the detective. "Come back alone as soon as you can," she whispered. "I want to speak to you." Foyle had apparently neither heeded nor heard. Yet, as soon as they were out of eye-shot of the house, he turned to Fairfield. "She asked you to go back?" "Eh?" The baronet was startled. "Yes. How did you know?
Kenerley, could you put me on the trail of Miss Fairfield?" "She went off in her runabout with Roger Farrington. "Then, do you know where Daisy Dow is? I MUST flirt with somebody!" "Try me," said pretty little Mrs. Kenerley, demurely. "I would, but I'm afraid Baby May would tell her father." "That's so; she might. Well, Daisy is at the telephone in the library; I hear her talking."
Riccabocca had secured Lenny Fairfield, and might therefore be considered to have ridden his hobby in the great whirligig with adroitness and success. But Miss Jemima was still driving round in her car, handling the reins, and flourishing the whip, without apparently having got an inch nearer to the flying form of Dr. Riccabocca.
Hepworth received a general storm of glad greetings, was presented to the strangers, and announced himself as ready to carry baskets, boxes, rugs, wraps, or whatever was to be transported. Mr. Fairfield, as general manager, portioned out the luggage, and then, each picking up his individual charge, they started off.
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