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In another moment he was making his way slowly back to her. "Ah, there's Tressady! Now for news." The remark was Naseby's. He and Lady Madeleine were, as it happened, inspecting the very French pictures that the girl had just refused to look at in Ancoats's company. But now they hurried back to the main drawing-room where the Tressadys were already surrounded by an eager crowd.
I can't git much, yer know, shop or no shop. I aint wot I was." She stopped, and pointed significantly to her chest. Tressady shuddered as the curate whispered to him. "I've been in orspital cut about fearful. I can't go at the pace them shops works at. They'd give me the sack, double-quick, if I was to go try in 'em. No, it's settin as does it settin an settin.
Thank the Lord! say I" and the speaker opened the window an instant to knock off the end of his cigar. Tressady made no reply. But again a look, half-chagrined, half-reflective, puckered his brow, which was smooth, white, and boyish under his straight, fair hair; whereas the rest of the face was subtly lined, and browned as though by travel and varied living.
"Aye, aye, Cap'n aye, aye!" says the gross fellow, rising nimbly enough, whiles his comrades closed about us expectant, and glancing from me to Tressady where he had seated himself on a boulder: "Here will do!" says he, pointing to a brilliant strip of moonlit sand midway betwixt the shadows of the cliff and Bartlemy's tree.
And now you must quarrel with me, the which is folly absolute. Thus do I find ye fool persistent and consistent ever, and I, being so infinitely the opposite, do contemn you therefore " "And now ha' you done?" I demanded, raging. "Not quite, Martin. You balked me i' the hanging o' these two rogues Tressady and Mings, and here was pitiful folly, since to hang such were a wise and prudent measure.
Hereupon I cut away their bonds, doing the which I found Tressady still unconscious, but Mings for all his wounds seemed lively enough. "Master," says he, staring hard at me, "Your name's Martin, as I think?" "And what then?" says I, mighty short. "'Tis a name I shall mind as long as I do my own, and that is Mings Abnegation Mings."
"I wonder when she'll condescend to come down," he said to himself, examining his boots with a speculative smile. "Of course it was mere caprice that she didn't go to Malford; she meant it to annoy." "I say, do let me get warm," said Tressady at last, breaking from his tormentors, and coming up to the open log fire, in front of which the young man stood. "Where's Fontenoy vanished to?"
If your figure weren't so good, you'd positively look badly dressed in it. You should try another man." Tressady hailed a hansom outside, and drove back to Brook Street. On the way his eyes saw little of the crowded streets. So far, he had had no personal experience of death. His father had died suddenly while he was at Oxford, and he had lost no other near relation or friend.
By the time the first questions and answers were over, Tressady, looking round for Madan, saw that the manager was speaking angrily to a tall man in a rough coat and corduroy trousers who had entered the pit premises in the wake of Mr. Dixon. "You take yourself off, Mr. Burrows! You're not wanted here." "Madan!" called Tressady, "attend to Mr. Dixon, please. I'll see to that man."
"Do you think I should have come down here except for something like that?" she cried. "Look at his letters!" And she took a tumbled roll out of the bag on her arm and gave it to him. George threw himself into a chair, and tried to get some idea of the correspondence; while Lady Tressady kept up a stream of plaintive chatter he could only endeavour not to hear.
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