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"I don't see myself what business a bishop has with a Select Agency Corporation," said Horace, determined not to see matters in a favourable light. "My dear fellow," said Reginald, trying hard to keep his temper, "I can't help whether you see it or not. By the way, mother, about the £50 to invest. I think Mr Richmond " Mrs Cruden started.
The New York Free School State Convention, held in Syracuse the 10th and 11th of July inst. , unanimously adopted an Address to the People of the State, written by Horace Greeley, in which the following passage occurs, inculcating the same sentiment: "Property is deeply interested in the Education of All.
The first Lord Holland, Horace Walpole, the Duke of Queensberry, each a type of the society of the eighteenth century; the unscrupulous politician, the cultivated amateur and man of letters, the sportsman with half the opera dancers in London in his pay of all he was the closest friend.
Sir Horace told me to call on him, and after thinking it over he decided to engage me. He was a good master to me." "And how did you repay him," exclaimed Inspector Chippenfield sternly, "by murdering him?" The butler was startled by the suddenness of the accusation, as Inspector Chippenfield intended he should be. "Me!" he exclaimed.
"I have only to inform you that any doubts which you may have entertained, any fears, are altogether groundless. Everything has been as harmless as the candy you ate last night." Horace started and stared at her. In truth, he had lain awake until a late hour wondering what might be going to happen to him. "I made it," said Mrs. Ayres. "I attend to everything. I have attended to everything."
"I can't write with you standing there, Margery!" Mrs. Pendyce moved out of the sunlight. "George says he is taking steps. What does that mean, Horace?" This question, focusing his doubts, broke down the Squire's dumbness. "I won't be treated like this!" he said. "I'll go up and see him myself!" He went by the 10.20, saying that he would be down again by the 5.55
But I gathered from things he dropped that Sir Horace had found out that he was a friend of Miss Fanning's and didn't like it." "Naturally," said the philosophic police official. "Is Birchill still at this flat and is the girl still there?" "The last I heard of them they were, sir. Of course they had been talking of moving after Sir Horace stopped the allowance."
He hastened out to assist her to alight. "Good-morning, Horace," she said. "Is my son Arthur here?" "Yes, Louise, he has spent the last hour or more in attendance upon our sick little ones. Ah, here he is to speak for himself!" as the young doctor stepped from the open doorway. "But won't you come in?" She demurred. "Is there any danger, Arthur?" "Danger of what, mother?"
Her mind reposed on Colonel De Craye. His name was Horace. Her father had worked with her at Horace. She knew most of the Odes and some of the Satires and Epistles of the poet. They reflected benevolent beams on the gentleman of the poet's name.
"Where is Julian?" he asked, very quietly. "I am here, Horace close by you." "Will you do me a service?" "Certainly. How can I help you?" He considered a little before he replied. His hand left Mercy's shoulder, and went up to his head then dropped at his side. His next words were spoken in a sadly helpless, bewildered way. "I have an idea, Julian, that I have been somehow to blame.
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