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At the end of the six years no murder trial, coaching party, automobile accident or cotillion was complete in which the name of Robert Walmsley did not figure. Tailors waylaid him in the street to get a new wrinkle from the cut of his unwrinkled trousers.
Ballance the Trinity House." In short he is in raptures at the change in his condition and views; and talks as if his fortune were already made. He now inhabited the house of Walmsley, a plasterer, in Shoreditch, where his kinswoman Mrs. Ballance also lived. The other letters to his mother and sisters betray the same intoxication.
Parker said, eying with approval the fresh portion of chicken that had been brought him, "it is my business to know many things. I go about the world with my eyes and ears open. Things that escape other people interest me. Your name is Mr. Paul Walmsley. You are one of a class of men that practically doesn't exist in America.
Cullen interrupted, "and I am afraid that I am not at liberty to study your comfort." Mr. Parker sighed heavily. "Do you mind, Walmsley, having my plate kept warm and reminding the man that I ordered asparagus to follow?" my new friend remarked, as he rose to his feet. "Mr. Cullen wants a word or two with me in private, and Mr. Cullen is a man who will have his own way."
Bundercombe continued, carefully replacing the missive, "I cannot imagine; but I suppose these things get about. In any case I felt it my duty to go. Some of us, Mr. Walmsley," she added, regarding me with a severe air, "think of little else save the various pleasures we are able to cram into our lives day by day. Others are always ready to listen to the call of duty."
Walmsley, I believe?" he asked. "Mr. Paul Walmsley?" "That is my name." "Know you by hearsay quite well, sir," my visitor assured me, with a flash of his white teeth. "Very glad to meet you indeed. I have done business once or twice with your sister, the Countess of Aynesley business in curios. You know my place, I dare say, in St. James Street. My name is Samuelson."
"Come along, Mr. Cheape!" he said. "You know my address, sir. Talk this matter over with your with Mr. Walmsley, if you please. If we hear nothing from you on Monday morning a writ will be issued." "Before Monday," Mr. Bundercombe declared, in a hollow voice, "my body will be found in the Thames. Kick 'em out, Walmsley, and look after the coats in the hall!"
I promise you that Mr. Walmsley and I will return alone, and that I will give no intimation of your presence here to any person whatsoever." Rodwell was puzzled. He rose slowly to his feet, however, and walked toward the basin at the other end of the apartment. "All right!" he agreed sullenly. "I shall be here." Mr. Bundercombe and I descended into the street. I was feeling a little dazed. Mr.
I looked at her eagerly. She rose at once to her feet. "Why, it would be charming, if you have nothing to do, Mr. Walmsley," she assented. "I'll put my hat on at once." "I have nothing to do at any time now but to respect your wishes," I answered firmly, "and wait until you are sensible enough to say Yes to my little proposition." She looked back at me from the door with a twinkle in her eyes.
Against these, however, was the present Governor, Ruffin G. Pleasant, who took an aggressive stand for State's rights, although at a public banquet eight months earlier he had told the women that 'if Louisiana women could not obtain the ballot by State enactment he would favor Federal action. Among those who declared for ratification were J. J. Bailey, Paul Capdeville, F. R. Grace, T. R. Harris, A. V. Coco, Semmes Walmsley, Rufus E. Foster, Howell Morgan, Percy Saint, E. N. Stafford, Phanor Breazeale, Donaldson Caffery and many other men of affairs.
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