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There was one with whom he was certainly doing a work, which, as Julius truly said, no one more clerical could have done so well namely, the son of his landlady, a youth who held a small clerkship in an office at Willansborough, and who had fallen this year under the attraction of the Backsworth races, so as to get into serious difficulties with his master, and narrowly escape dismissal for the sake of his mother.
"Where is there vacant isn't there a canonry or a chaplaincy?" "Or an archbishopric or two?" said Julius. "The pony can do it, I think, as there will be a long rest. If he seems fagged, I can put up at Backsworth and take a fly." "You'll let James drive you," said Rosamond. "I had rather not," said Julius. "It may be better to be alone."
I have to go to Backsworth." "Yes," said Jenny; "we told papa it was too bad to put you on the Prison Committee. What does your wife say?" "My wife has so many occupations, that she is very sufficient for herself," said Raymond. "I hope you will get on with her, Jenny. If she could only be got to think you intellectual!" "Me?
The things were gone and could not be identified, and there was nothing about him. So, though they had me over to Backsworth, they could not fall foul of me for refusing to prosecute. Have you seen him?" "No, I tried, but he had got out of my way. You've not been there?" seeing that Herbert had brought back his bag.
But what is the regiment at Backsworth?" and as Charlie named it, "Oh, what fun! That's where Laurie Cookson exchanged. He will be sure to send us cards for everything." "At Dunstone we never used to go to garrison gaieties," said Cecil, gravely. "Oh! I'm a military pariah," said Rosamond, hastily. "Who are the land-owners?" continued Cecil.
I thought he had been indulging at the refreshment-stall, but he says he was saving for a fine copy of the Faerie Queen that Friskyball told him of at a book- stall at Backsworth, and existed all day on draughts of water when his throat grew dry as showman; so I suppose it is only inanition, coupled with excitement and stuffiness, and that quiet will repair him.
"No; by the time I could get my hat on she had heard it, poor thing, and was gone to Backsworth; for he's there, in the county gaol; was taken at the station, I believe; I don't half understand it."
Rood House stood about two miles on the further side of Backsworth. It was an ancient almshouse, of which the mastership had been wisely given to Dr.
Douglas to live in that cottage by the Rectory, and sent the boy to school with us; then she got him into Proudfoot's office the solicitor at Backsworth, agent for everybody's estates hereabouts.
At first she laughed, and then grew tearfully passionate in protests that nothing should induce her to let her brothers see what their own father did turned into a crime; and if they went without her to take care of them, and fell into mischief, whose fault would that be? It was vain to hint that Tom was gone back to school, and Terry cared more for the Olympic dust than that of Backsworth.
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