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Taking his hat he walked to the police station and saw the sergeant on duty. "Yes, sir," said the man in answer to his inquiry. "I know the gentleman. He is the managing director of Ackroyd and Holt's distillery, about half-way between Ferriby and Hassle." "And what is he like in appearance?" Willis continued, concealing the interest this statement had aroused.
When they were seated at the table, Lydia drew from her pocket a shilling and held it up laughingly. 'That from Mrs. Isaacs? her sister asked. 'Yes. Not bad for Saturday afternoon, is it? Now I must take my boots to be done. If it began to rain I should be in a nice fix; I haven't a sole to walk on. 'I just looked in at Mrs. Bower's as I passed, she continued presently. 'Mr. Ackroyd was there.
The one with whom he had formed something like a friendship had gone apart; in the nature of things Ackroyd and he could never again associate as formerly, though when need was they spoke without show of estrangement; but others whom he had been wont to hold at a distance by his irresponsiveness were now of interest to him, and, after the first surprise at the change in him, they met his quiet advances in a friendly way.
She was passing Mrs. Bower's without intention of entering, when Mary appeared in the doorway and beckoned her. Mrs. Bower was out; Mary had been left in charge of the shop. 'You were asking me about Mr. Ackroyd, she said, when they had gone into the parlour. 'Would you like to know something I heard about him last night?
Grail. But only just speak as if it was an accident; I wouldn't say anything else. Mrs. Grail left the room without speaking. She returned in a few minutes, and, leaving the door a little open, said in her very low, tremulous voice, that Lydia was waiting in the passage. Ackroyd shook hands with the two, and went out. Lydia looked eagerly into his face. 'Is he very bad, Mr.
It was plain to her that she could give herself to Ackroyd, and that to give him the two hundred and fifty pounds would be a very substantial pleasure. Growing accustomed to the thought of her wealth, she derived from it a quiet pride, which made her walk homewards more staidly than usual. Luke could never forget that she had been a great help to him.
It's more than half a cursed lie, and you can't tell one half the story without meaning the other. 'I shall know what to think when I've heard it, Mr. Ackroyd. And as to repeating, I shall do as I think fit. 'Look here! When you've heard that story, you'll just go and say to everybody that ever mentions it to you that it's a lie from beginning to end. You understand me?
Egremont, it seemed to him, had sought to make working men priggish and effeminate, whereas what they wanted was back-bone and consciousness of the bard facts of life. Ackroyd had never cared much for literature proper; his intellectual progress was henceforth to be in the direction of hostility to literature.
Ackroyd, and you'd believe them, whatever they said. I'll never go to chapel again with you, Mary, as long as I live! You're unkind, and it's your chapel-going that makes you so! You'd no business to call me in to tell me things of this kind. After to-day, please don't mention Mr. Ackroyd's name; you know nothing at all about him.
'If she asks me to, I will. Lydia moved as if to leave him, but he followed. 'Miss Trent, you'll say a word for me sometimes? She raised her eyes again and replied quickly: 'I never say nothing against you, Mr. Ackroyd. 'Thank you. Then I'll be at the end of the Walk at six o'clock, shall I? She nodded, and walked quickly on. Ackroyd turned back into Paradise Street.
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