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"Believe me, I have been no party to your incarceration, Julian,", he declared, "but if you will listen to me, I will tell you why I think it would be better for you to restore that packet to Miss Abbeway:" "Tell that blackguard to give me another sniff of his restorative gas," Julian begged. "These shocks are almost too much for me."
As you know, we are for the moment powerless in the matter. Will you please explain to Miss Abbeway and the Bishop here just what has been done?" "It seems a waste of time," Bright replied ill-naturedly, "but here is the story. Julian Orden left his rooms at a quarter to six on Thursday evening. He walked down to St. James's Street and turned into the Park.
Eton and Oxford are simply terrible in their narrowing effect upon your young men. It's like putting your raw material into a sausage machine." "Miss Abbeway is very severe this morning," Stenson declared, with unabated good humour. "She has been attacking my policy and my principles during the whole of our walk. Bad luck about your accident, Furley.
The question now arises, what of the terms themselves? I will ask each one of you to state his views, commencing with Miss Abbeway." Every one of the twenty-three or twenty-four now, including Julian had a few words to say, and the tenor of their remarks was identical.
"I really do not see," was the cold response, "how this concerns me in the least." "You, call yourself a Socialist, don't you, Miss Abbeway?" he demanded. "You're not allowing the fact that you're an aristocrat and that I am a self-made man to weigh with you?"
"Through Miss Abbeway," Julian answered. "You have her to thank. I can assure you that every charge I have made can be substantiated." There was a little murmur of confidence. Everyone seemed to find speech difficult. "One word more," Julian went on. "Don't disband this Council. Keep it together, just as it is. Keep this building. Keep our association and sanctify it to one purpose victory."
"That is simply a matter of routine. I thought you had some news, or some work." "Isn't it possible, Miss Abbeway," he pleaded, "that we might have some interests outside our work?" "I shouldn't think so," she answered, with an insolence which was above his head. "There is no reason why we shouldn't have," he persisted. "You must tell me your tastes," she suggested.
Well, he washes when he comes to London, but he sleeps in his clothes and they look like it." "He is very eloquent," Catherine observed. "Eloquent!" Fenn exclaimed scornfully. "He may be, but who can understand him? He speaks in broad Northumbrian. What is needed in the leader whom they are to elect this week, Miss Abbeway, is a man of some culture and some appearance.
"I do not quite know of what I have been suspected, but I am sure Colonel Henderson would not have asked me these questions if it had not been his duty." "If you had not been a guest in this house, Miss Abbeway," the Colonel assured her, with some dignity, "I should have had you arrested first and questioned afterwards."
"I don't want to hurry any one," he said, "but my father is rather a martinet about luncheon." They all rose. Mr. Stenson turned to Julian. "Will you go on with Miss Abbeway?" he begged. "I will catch up with you on the marshes. I want to have just a word with Furley."
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