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"So long as you keep on with those Hotels I can't touch a penny. I oughtn't to have kept that thousand, only Praddy assured me it was 'clean' money." Mrs. W.: "So it was. I won it at Monte. I don't often gamble now, I hate losing money. But we'd had a splendid season at Roquebrune and I sat down one day at the tables, a bit reckless-like. Seemed as if I couldn't lose.
Mother wears a lace mantilla and cries softly. Beryl went wrong, as they call it, with an architect." Strange! I always thought all architects were like Praddy had no passions except for bricks and mortar and chiselled stone and twirligig iron grilles ... perhaps just a thrill over a nude statue.
When I got up and left I had won Thirty thousand francs. So I says to myself: 'This shall go to my little girl: I'll send it through Praddy and he'll pay it into her bank. Then I shan't feel anxious about her." "Mother! what a strange creature you are! Such a mixture of good and bad for I suppose it is bad, I feel somehow it is bad, trafficking in women's bodies, as they put it sensationally.
Rather rough on the dear old mater bless her, always She so liked the Hindhead country. But if you run up against Praddy you might let him know and he might get into touch with Vavasour Williams's people twig? Vivie rose to her feet half-way through this letter and finished it standing by the window.
I says 'Right-o; then now we know where we are. "Praddy soon got into touch with the authorities, but for some reason they wouldn't pass on a letter or let me come and see you, till to-day. But here I am, and here I'm goin' to stay with Praddy till they lets you out. I'm told that if you be'ave yourself they'll let me send you a passel of food, once a week. Think of that!
Praddy didn't give you away to speak of, when I sent you that thousand pounds Lord, I was glad you kept it! But what fixed me was your portrait in the Daily Mirror a couple of years ago as 'the Brilliant young Advocate, Mr.
So one afternoon in June, 1901, she came to his little dwelling with its large studio, and asked to have a long talk to him, whilst his parlour-maid he was still a bachelor denied him to other callers. They had tea together and Vivie plunged as quickly as possible into her problem. "You know, Praddy dear, I want to be a Barrister. But as a female they will never call me to the Bar.
If I can keep this deception up this would be a jolly place to come to for occasional holidays, and I simply couldn't have a better reference to respectability, sex and station with the benchers of Lincoln's Inn than 'my father, the Revd. Howel Williams, Vicar of Pontystrad. They'll probably want a second or a third reference. Can I rely on Praddy?
'Madam, 'e said, 'your English women are splendid. They're going to bring about a revolt, you'll see, and that, an' your Ulster movement 'll give you a lot of trouble next year. "Well: I wrote at once to Praddy, givin' him an order on my London agents, 'case he should want cash for your defence. I offered to come over meself, but he replied that for the present I'd better keep away.
To Praed however Vivie took the bitterness, the disillusions which came over her at intervals: "I feel, Praddy, I'm getting older and I seem to be at a loose end. D'you know I'm on the verge of thirty-seven and I have no definite career? I'm rather tired of being a well-meaning adventuress." "Then why," Praddy would reply, "don't you go and live with your mother?" "Ugh!
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