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R. D. Evans, Mrs. Robert Gould Shaw and Mrs. Quincy A. Shaw. The last named paid the rent of the suffrage headquarters during many years and her heirs continued this assistance for some time after her death in 1917. Many of the same persons appeared at these hearings year after year. Among those not mentioned who spoke for suffrage between 1900 and 1910 were Mrs.
'Sir ROBERT HAZLEWOOD of Hazlewood, Bart. 'Hazlewood House, etc. etc. 'Tuesday.
With a voice in which the character had been trained away as surely as the charity from the opinions of the social élite, this descendant of Lecocq accosted his patron, and with business-like brevity indicated that he was already familiar with the situation as outlined by Robert, and if Mr. Raikes would consent to reply to a few questions it would facilitate matters.
Both were ultimately conquered by the same sore impulse to let speech alone. And after this little scene, through the busy exciting weeks of the season which followed, Robert, taxed to the utmost on all sides, yielded to the impulse of silence more and more. Society was another difficulty between them, Robert delighted in it so far as his East End life allowed him to have it.
Nevertheless, at whiles, when there was a harmonic party at Bezuquet's, he would drop into the chemist's shop, as if by chance, and, after a deal of pressure, consent to do the grand duo in Robert le Diable with old Madame Bezuquet. Whoso never heard that never heard anything!
Think on them, my Robert, and then when joy and liberty and conquest crown thee, oh, forget not Nigel." He threw his arms around him, imprinted a fervent kiss on his cheek, and was out of sight ere the king by sign or word could arrest his progress.
"He did but make game of you, Mynheer Jacobus," said Robert. "We will alter your statement and say if there were a thousand inns in Albany you could not make us stay at any one of them. Despite your commands we would come directly to your house." Mynheer Jacobus Huysman permitted himself to smile. But his voice renewed its grumbling tone. "Ever the same," he said.
Robert went over and seated himself on the broad sill of one of the dormer windows. He took a book from his pocket and began energetically to read it, judging by the precision and frequency with which he turned the leaves. The sewing-machine made a resounding clatter in the room; it was of a ponderous, by-gone make. In the lulls, Robert and his mother exchanged bits of desultory conversation.
'Robert Holt. 'What are you? 'A clerk. 'You look as if you were a clerk. There was a flame of scorn in his voice which scorched me even then. 'What sort of a clerk are you? 'I am out of a situation. 'You look as if you were out of a situation. Again the scorn. 'Are you the sort of clerk who is always out of a situation? You are a thief. 'I am not a thief.
Each residence stood in its own splendid grounds, surrounded by fine old forest trees and approached by a long carriage sweep. Electric The whole forming a magnificent estate for a retired gentleman. Robert stood at the entrance to one of these houses, and the iron entered into his soul. How different was this man's position from his own!
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