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He began to lay out the cards in neat little packs. "Bulbs are coming through nicely. I was hoping to spend a day or two in the garden but I'm afraid not 'fraid it won't be possible." Cassis put his hands behind his back. "This business," he said. "Yes." Lord Almont Frayne, a rather resplendant young man of thirty, came into the room with all the bounce of youth.
There might be a cab waiting at the pillar box to be exact there is, I ordered one." "That's the idea," cried Almont. "Sweet and simple." "That cab would dodge about the streets a while and eventually make its way to Wimbledon. At Wimbledon it would deposit Barraclough at Number 14a, Medina Road.
I came because I promised this gentleman to do so but " "I find it a little trying to stand," said Mr. Torrington. "Oh, I beg your pardon, sir. For a minute then." With an air of unwillingness he occupied a chair. "A little whiskey and soda?" Lord Almont suggested. "Not for me." "Cigarette?" "Ah! I'm a pernicious smoker." He lighted a cigarette, turned to Mr.
Under the ecstatic exterior of twentieth century modern man-about-townism there existed in the composition of Lord Almont many of the shrewd qualities that had made his father one of the richest bankers in England. People in the know would assure you it was not only luck that had kept the parental millions secure and had even increased them after the old gentleman's decease.
But, when he had been a week absent, and I received from him a cheerful letter, informing me of his return in a few days, I strove to banish my sad thoughts and busied myself in preparing my wedding outfit. Going one day to the Post Office, with the expectation of finding there a letter from Mr. Almont, I received this instead."
"We are waiting, my dear." "But why isn't he here?" she repeated. "How can we possibly say?" ejaculated Cassis testily. "In a venture of this kind " She caught up the word "venture" and threw it back at him. "No message, nothing." Cranbourne was about to answer, but Torrington interrupted him to tell her of the dog rose Lord Almont had received. "That was from him that was from Tony," she cried.
George Almont, a lawyer from the city of Boston. "I felt it an imperative duty, before that event shall take place, to inform you that I am the wedded wife of the same George Almont, whom you are about to marry. He came to Boston about five years since, having, as he said, just completed his studies in the city of New York.
She was not quite forty years old, but so aged was she in appearance that another twenty-five years would not find her perceptibly older. And to the people of Almont she was still Abbie Snover, or "that Snover girl." Age in Almont is not reckoned in years, but by marriage, and by children, and grandchildren.
Torrington was first to recover his composure and he rose with difficulty. "You justly reproach our manners, Mr. er " "Anything you like," said Richard, then with a flash of memory, "Oh, my name is Tidd John Tidd." "By gad, it's amazing," gasped Lord Almont. Mr. Torrington waved his hand toward a chair but Richard shook his head. "No, thanks won't sit down.
When the stranger entered the room, and I gained a view of his face, I at once knew that I stood face to face with George Almont. When I suddenly pronounced his name, my father made a hasty movement as if to speak with anger, but I gave him an imploring look and he remained silent. Although greatly changed, it was, nevertheless, George Almont who was now in our presence.
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