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But I've got an autograph letter written entirely in the late Lord Woldo's hand, enclosing the option." "Let me see it, please." "Certainly but in a court of law," said Edward Henry. "You know you're hungry for a good action, followed by a bill of costs as long as from here to Jericho." "Mr. Wrissell will assuredly fight," said Mr. Slosson. "He has already given me the most explicit instructions.
Slosson, lifting his chin, and still puffing, "it would be extremely interesting to hear his story at any rate. I was just telling Mr. Wrissell about it. Come this way, sir. I've heard some strange things in my time, but " He stopped. "Please follow me, sir," he ordained. "I'm dashed if I'll follow you!" Edward Henry desired to say, but he had not the courage to say it.
"You've already done quite enough harm to the Movement as it is," said Elsie April, stoutly, but ravishingly. "Me harm to the Movement?" "Haven't you stopped the building of our church?" "Oh! So you know Mr. Wrissell?" "Very well, indeed." "Anybody else would have done the same in my place!" Edward Henry defended himself.
Wrissell is what I call a gentleman. You know he was Lord Woldo's heir. And when Lord Woldo married me it was a bit of a blow for him! But he took it like a lamb. He never turned a hair, and he was more polite than any of them. I daresay you know Lord Woldo saw me in a musical comedy at Scarborough he has a place near there, ye know. Mr.
Edward Henry breathed to himself, "This is the genuine article." And, being an Englishman, he was far more impressed by Mr. Wrissell than he had been by the much vaster reputations of Rose Euclid, Seven Sachs and Mr. Slosson, senior. At the same time he inwardly fought against Mr.
They left me alone until he died. And then they began I mean his folks. And when Bobbie was born it got worse. Only I must say even then Mr. Wrissell never turned a hair. Everybody seemed to make out that I ought to be very grateful to them, and I ought to think myself very lucky. Me a peeress of the realm! They wanted me to change. But how could I change?
Wrissell had made him angry about some of his New Thought fads, and I do believe he asked me to marry him just to annoy Mr. Wrissell. He used to say to me, my husband did, that he'd married me in too much of a hurry, and that it was too bad on Mr. Wrissell. And then he laughed, and I laughed too.
Rollo Wrissell, and he said it with an accent more Kensingtonian than any accent that Edward Henry had ever heard. His lounging and yet elegant walk assorted well with the accent. His black clothes were loose and untidy. Such boots as his could not have been worn by Edward Henry even in the Five Towns without blushing shame, and his necktie looked as if a baby or a puppy had been playing with it.
"You're a principal about five times removed." "Well," said Edward Henry, "whatever I am, I have a sort of idea I'll go and see this Mr. Gristle or Wrissell. Can you " The man at the distant desk turned his head. Mr. Slosson coughed. The man rose. "This is Mr. Wrissel," said Mr. Slosson, with a gesture from which confusion was not absent. "Good morning," said the advancing Mr.
The members of these families may be divided into two species: those who rule, and those who are too lofty in spirit even to rule those who exist. Mr. Rollo Wrissell belonged to the latter species. His nose and mouth had the exquisite refinement of the descendant of generations of art-collectors and poet-patronizers.
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