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Hilliard shook his head. "Perhaps so, theoretically," he admitted, "but in practice there's nothing in it. Neither could work a fraud like that, for both are watched far too closely by our people. I'm afraid I don't see that this place being here helps us. Surely it's reasonable to suppose that the same cause brought Messrs. Ackroyd & Bolt that attracted the syndicate? Just that it's a good site.
'I shall do as I please. 'No, you'll do as I please! 'Indeed! And who made you my master, Mr. Ackroyd? 'I've nothing more to say, but you've heard me. And you'll do it, because your own heart 'll tell you it's the right thing to do. I don't often use words like that, but I mean it to-night. Good-bye! She allowed him to walk away.
Ackroyd? she whispered. 'I hope he's come round by this time, was his reply. 'My sister's attending to him, and we've got things for him from the doctor. They passed into the street, and walked quickly side by side. 'It was very good of you to take him in, Lydia said. 'It would have been very hard to ask Mrs. Bower for help. 'Yes, yes; We don't want them. Lydia and Mrs. Poole had never met.
'I know Thyrza would like to see his poor old face when he puts it on. And you might come round yourself, Mary, just for an hour. 'I'll see if I can. 'I suppose you'll have people at night? 'I don't know, I'm sure. I'd much rather come and sit with you, but mother may want me. Lydia asked: 'Has Mr. Ackroyd been here lately? 'I haven't seen him. I hope not.
'So he sits all the evening just keeping her company? 'Yes. He reads to her a good deal, generally out of those religious books you remember? I feel sorry for her; I'm so sure there's other things he might read would give her a deal more comfort. And you'd think he never got a bit tired, he's that kind and good to her, Thyrza. 'Yes, I know he must be. Does Mr. Ackroyd ever come to see him?
'Oh, you've been waiting there, have you? 'And another thing. It wasn't no use you looking up at Thyrza Trent's window. She's away. 'How do you know I looked up? He came nearer, a smile on his face. Totty averted her eyes. 'I suppose it wasn't me you were waiting for, Totty? She said nothing. 'Give me a kiss, Totty. 'I'm sure I shan't, Mr. Ackroyd! 'Then let me take one.
To begin with, Ackroyd was pronounced in radicalism, was aggressive and at times noisy; then, he was far from possessing Grail's moral stability, and did not care to conceal his ways of amusing himself; lastly, his intellectual tastes were of the scientific order.
She liked many things about Luke Ackroyd; whether she really liked him himself, liked him in 'the proper way' well, that was a question she asked herself often enough without any very definite answer. No matter, she had promised to marry him, and she was not the girl to break her word.
They had passed along the lane until the facade of the building had come into view and they were able to read its signboard: "Ackroyd & Bolt, Licensed Rectifiers." "I thought it looked like a distillery," continued Merriman in considerable excitement. "By Jove! Hilliard, that's a find and no mistake! Pretty suggestive, that, isn't it?" Hilliard was not so enthusiastic.
'I think it likely that she has been doing something very thoughtless, and I am quite sure that that man Egremont has been doing something for which he deserves to be thrashed. But no more than that. More than that I won't believe! 'Thank you, Mr. Ackroyd! A minute ago I hated you, now I know that I have always been right in thinking you had a good heart.
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