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A proper tenderness for the Peerage will continue to pass current the illustrious gentleman who was inflamed by Cupid's darts to espouse the milkmaid, or dairymaid, under his ballad title of Duke of Dewlap: nor was it the smallest of the services rendered him by Beau Beamish, that he clapped the name upon her rustic Grace, the young duchess, the very first day of her arrival at the Wells.
The fust thing to do is to give her a draught, and I will bring it up to her as soon as it is mixed. You have got a pocket medicine-case with you, haven't you?" "Oh, yes," said I. "It is in my overcoat." "I knowed it," said Uncle Beamish.
The inspector's offer of a second drink having been declined, the two men left the refreshment room, still chatting about the murdered man. Ten minutes later Captain Beamish saw the inspector off in the London train.
Madeleine, her lips parted, was hanging on his words. "Go on," she said quickly, "we have settled all that." "Thank you," said Willis, taking a sheet of paper from his pocket. "I have here the draft of a letter which I want you to write to Captain Beamish. You can phrase it as you like; in fact I want it in your own words. Read it over and you will understand."
You have set my mind at rest, Beamish, and it is but another obligation added to the heap; so, if I do not speak of payment, the reason is that I know you would not have me bankrupt. The remainder of the colloquy of the duke and Mr.
Beamish put on a serious air, until Chloe mentioned the pastrycook's shop, for Duchess Susan had a sweet tooth; she loved a visit to the pastrycook's, whose jam tarts were dearer to her than his more famous hot mutton pies. The pastry cook informed Mr.
"Done," said Verelst who lost it. The two hundred and fifty less ten per cent which an imaginary Mrs. Beamish had paid for the pleasure of not hearing Cassy sing, transported the girl who was not given to transports. These subsiding, she viewed the matter from its business aspect.
His outlay that summer ever since the day on which he had set off to the aid of his bereaved relative had been enormous. Trade had run dry, and throughout Polly's long illness he had dipped blindly into his savings. He could never have said no to Mrs. Beamish when she came to him for money rather would he have pawned the coat off his back. And she, good woman, was unused to cheeseparing.
I was then armed against a crueller, that allows of no interval for a man to make his vow to recover! 'The disease which is all crisis, I apprehend, Mr. Beamish remarked. 'Which, sir, when it takes hold of dry wood, burns to the last splinter. It is now' the duke fetched a tender groan 'three years ago that I had a caprice to marry a grandchild! 'Of Adam's, Mr. Beamish said cheerfully.
Beamish said to himself. Mr. Camwell was in the ante-room as Chloe passed out behind the two incensed supporters of Duchess Susan. 'I shall be by the fir-trees on the Mount at eight this evening, she said. 'I will be there, he replied. 'Drive Mr. Beamish into the country, that these gentlemen may have time to cool. He promised her it should be done.
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