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It does seem strange that she should have that feeling about dogs." Again Timmy's shrill voice rose in challenge. "I should hate my wife not to like dogs," he cried pugnaciously. "It'll take you all your time to make her like you, old man," observed Tom. "I've asked her in to supper to-night," went on Dolly, in her slow, deliberate way, "so we shall have to have Flick locked up."
And then he told her the story of his and Timmy's night expedition, ending up with: "I intend going round to Dr. O'Farrell's house about eight o'clock. It wouldn't be fair to let the old fellow come down here to indulge his sporting instincts, eh?" To that Betty made no answer, and as the water was now boiling she went across to the dresser and brought a clean cup and saucer.
I remember his christening as if it was yesterday. It must be twelve or thirteen years ago. I can see you and Betty standing by the font " and then she stopped abruptly, while Radmore blushed hotly under his tan. He said hastily: "Timmy's a dear little chap, but I confess I can't make him out sometimes." Miss Pendarth turned and looked at him.
Timmy's hand closed on Phil's a firm, warm, dirty and somewhat calloused boy's hand that was unquestionably flesh, blood and bone. "Take it easy, Uncle Phil." Perhaps he had pushed too hard. The dancing eyes veiled themselves a little and the intangible, indescribable magnetism somehow faded.
One of the stated times for Timmy's visits to the old night nursery was just before he had to start for church each Sunday, and on this particular Sunday, the day after that on which had occurred Dolly's engagement, and Mrs. Crofton's return from London, he came in a few moments before he was expected, and began wandering about the room, doing nothing in particular.
So she repeated, with greater ease and lightness, "Let's settle, here and now, that this is to be the future residence of Godfrey Radmore, Esquire! Timmy's a little bit like a cat, you know. He'll simply adore this house. He'll love all the pretty things in it. Perhaps you'd run him up in the motor presently, while I stay with the little girl and that nice woman?"
However disturbed and worried she might feel, there were the weekly books to be gone through, and this time without Nanna's shrewd, kindly help. Suddenly she started, for Timmy's claw-like little hand was on her arm: "Mum," he said earnestly, "do tell me what Colonel Crofton was really like? Did that lady you know, I mean the person Jack thinks is jealous of Mrs.
And then, almost as if the other had seen into his mind, Miss Pendarth, with a touch of significance in her voice, observed musingly: "I fancy Timmy doesn't much like the pretty young widow who has taken The Trellis House. The first evening Mrs. Crofton came to see the Tosswills, she got an awful fright. Timmy's dog, Flick, rushed into the room and began snarling and growling at her.
And the slopes are easiest that way, too." He led off to the eastward. He thought of Timmy's girl. He'd never seen her, but Timmy was going to marry her. She was on the Cerberus. It was the job of the cops to take care of whatever dilemma that ship might be in. As of here and now, it was Sergeant Madden's job.
"I've been wondering, coming along the passage, if you would take us there in your motor. But if you don't feel you want to do that, I'm going to walk. It's not very far, only seven miles if one goes by footpaths, and I could get a lift back." "Trotman?" repeated Radmore. "Who's Trotman?" It was Timmy's turn to be surprised. "I thought everyone I mean every man in the world, knew about Trotman!
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