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She had found since coming back from her summer vacation that the girls had not forgotten her behavior toward Amy Carringford and some of them still resented it. She was nowhere near as popular as she had been; and even her father's motorcar could not regain the friendship of many of her schoolmates whom she wished to be chums with. Stella laid all this to "that sly Janice Day."
Sidney was its only occupant. Mrs. Moore sat there thinking a long while. Dull clouds banked themselves in the west, and the rising breeze brought dead leaves about her feet. She sat there half an hour an hour. The afternoon was darkening toward dusk when she saw the motorcar again still a mile away.
"Charles Martin," said the counsel for defence. "You are a servant of the prisoner's?" "Yes, sir." "You were in his service during this week of June, of which Friday was June 24th?" "Yes, sir." "Describe the events No. Did the prisoner go up to town, or elsewhere on that day, driving his motorcar, but leaving you in Brighton?" "Yes, sir." "Mrs. Assheton came back that morning?" "Yes, sir."
Is that Ned Lambert's brother over the way, Sam? What? Yes. He's as like it as damn it. No. The windscreen of that motorcar in the sun there. Just a flash like that. Damn like him. Aham! Hot spirit of juniper juice warmed his vitals and his breath. Good drop of gin, that was. His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his fat strut. Down there Emmet was hanged, drawn and quartered.
'It's an extraordinary thing, said Peter, 'that you ever have a pillow to lay your head on; and you don't get that unless I heave it at you and prevent other fellows grabbing it! Who 's got your motorcar at home now? Some one, I suppose, you 've lent it to, and from whom you won't a bit like to ask it back.
He would wander about the place, filling his mind with impressions. He had always wanted to go to Norton; it had seemed like a dream city to him. He was in fact striding along in the middle of the road when the horn of a motorcar coming close behind startled him. As he turned, the vehicle sped up to his side and then stopped with a grinding of brakes. Dr.
If he had retained the least doubt of the individual's real identity, this manner of dealing with Daubrecq would have removed it. By Jingo! To pack a man in a trunk and pitch him on the top of a motorcar!... No one but Lupin would indulge in such a freak, no one but Lupin would confess it with that ingenuous coolness! "Thereupon," echoed Prasville, "you decided what?"
While the alluring strains of the overture floated across the house, she mused at the strange mutations of fortune, which had landed Bessie Bissell there and herself here beside the dentist, with some envy, in spite of three beloved children at home and a motorcar.... To the dispassionate male observer this state of mind might be more comprehensible if Bessie had appeared in Mrs.
"You're not near as sick of it as I am," said Doyle, "and I don't know that I want the filly." "You do want her," said Dr. O'Grady. "You want anything that you can make money out of. Hullo! Who's that?" Mr. Billing, carrying his camera, appeared at the door of the hotel. "It's the American gentleman that owns the motorcar," said Doyle. "Tell me this now, doctor.
"Not more than most young fellows are," was the puzzled reply. "His allowance was due in a few days, too. He had money in the bank, I feel sure. He was saving up for a motorcar." "Haven't I seen him once or twice at restaurants lately?" Francis enquired. "Soto's, for instance?" "Very likely," his brother assented. "Why not?
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