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Bloody butchers!’ Others cried ‘The King is shot!’ The exits of the house were guarded by retainers of Gowrie—Rentoul, Bissett, and others. Mar and Lennox, from the window, explained to the mob that the King was well.
Joy isn't a contortion. It's something right deep down. There, there!" The lubricant voice rolled on while Rentoul Smiles manipulated the camera. He clasped the bulb again and again threw it dramatically away. "I'm through!" he said. "Don't expect anything very grand, Miss Isabel.
And let me tell you that dozens of 'em have been after her already. But she wouldn't! Nothing would tempt her." "Never mind!" Edward Henry smiled. When Edward Henry stood by the side of Mr. Sachs in a doorway half shielded by a portière, and gazed unseen into the great studio of Mr. Rentoul Smiles, he comprehended that he was indeed under powerful protection in New York.
In the throes of their anger and chagrin their one consoling reflection was that no friends less tried than Mr. and Mrs. Rentoul happened to be there to witness their confusion. Yet other sufferers since Job have found that the oldest friends do not necessarily of er the most acceptable consolation. "Oh, oh! I feel like to die of grief!" wailed poor Mrs. Gallosh.
There was a timid but persistent knocking at the door, and, in response to Nora's invitation, a fat and bloated man entered the room hurriedly. He sank into a chair and mopped the perspiration from his forehead. Jocelyn Thew watched him with an air of contemptuous amusement. "You seem distressed, Rentoul," he remarked. "Has anything gone wrong?" "But it is terrible, this!" the newcomer declared.
"How long was he suspected of being in the pay of our enemies before this thing transpired?" "Only a very short time. There was a little gang in New York Rentoul, the man who had the wireless in Fifth Avenue, was in it and they used to meet at a place in Fourteenth Street, belonging to an old man named Sharey. That's where Miss Sharey comes into the business.
Vas zere any news of ze Galloshes?" "Yes, they seem very well. Old Rentoul has caught a salmon. Gallosh hopes to get a fair bag " "Bot did zey say nozing about about Miss Eva?" "The letter was written by her, you see." "SHE wrote to YOU! Strange!" "Very odd, isn't it?" The Baron meditated for a minute and then inquired "Vat of ze Maddisons?" "Well, I gather that Mr.
But there was very little harm and much good to be said of Household Words; and if some of the imitations of it were far from being happy, its own popularity and that of its successor were very fairly deserved. The aims, the character, and the success of the Saturday Review were of the most widely different character. Rentoul, and has increased it under that of its present conductors.
"Offer it them offer it them; they can but refuse, and it's a kind of compliment to give them the opportunity." "His lordship will not be wanting to rise early," said Mr. Rentoul. "Did you notice what an amount he could drink, Duncan? Man, and he carried it fine! But he'll be the better of a sleep-in in the morning, him coming from a journey too." Mr.
"Every scrap of paper in the house which concerns a certain matter is burnt," Rentoul declared. "It would be!" "But I am in the right," the agitated man protested vigorously. "For five years we have worked and with good result. It is finished with us now for the present. There is no one who would dare to continue. Five long years, mind you, Mr. Jocelyn Thew. That is worth something, eh?"
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