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Deprived of his society the captain consoled himself with that of Edward Tredgold, a young man for whom he was beginning to entertain a strong partiality, and whose observations of Binchester folk, flavoured with a touch of good-natured malice, were a source of never-failing interest. "He is very wide-awake," he said to his niece. "There isn't much that escapes him."
Mr. Edward Tredgold sat in the private office of Tredgold and Son, land and estate agents, gazing through the prim wire blinds at the peaceful High Street of Binchester. Tredgold senior, who believed in work for the young, had left early.
Chalk sauntered slowly through the narrow by-ways of Binchester. He read all the notices pasted on the door of the Town Hall and bought some stamps at the post-office, but the morning dragged slowly, and he bent his steps at last in the direction of Tredgold's office, in the faint hope of a little conversation. To his surprise, Mr. Tredgold senior was in an unusually affable mood.
Some think it is the river Lusas, in Hampshire. The Caledonian forest; or the forest of Englewood, extending from Penrith to Carlisle. Variously supposed to be in Cornwall, or Binchester in Durham, but most probably the Roman station of Garionenum, near Yarmouth, in Norfolk. V.R. The image of the cross of Christ, and of the perpetual virgin St. Mary.
And if you want to blurt out to all Binchester how we were tricked and frightened out of our lives by imitation savages, I don't." "He stole our ship," growled Stobell, after a long pause. "We could have him for that." "Mutiny on the high seas," added Chalk, with an important air. "The whole story would have to come out," said Tredgold, sharply. "Verdict: served them right.
The captain had made no conditions as to secrecy, and he therefore considered himself free to indulge in hints to his two greatest friends, which caused those gentlemen to entertain some doubts as to his sanity. Mr. Robert Stobell, whose work as a contractor had left a permanent and unmistakable mark upon Binchester, became imbued with a hazy idea that Mr.
"I'm not a thief," continued Miss Vickers. "I work as hard as anybody in Binchester, and nobody can ever say that I took the value of a farthing from them. If I'm poor I'm honest." "Everybody knows that," said the captain, with fervour. "You said you didn't want the paper," said Selina, turning at last and regarding him fiercely. "I heard you with my own ears, else I wouldn't have taken it.
By the time the alterations on the Fair Emily were finished the summer was nearly at an end, and it was not until the 20th of August that the travellers met on Binchester platform. Mrs. Chalk, in a smart yachting costume, with a white-peaked cap, stood by a pile of luggage discoursing to an admiring circle of friends who had come to see her off.
Stobell's hospitals, widows, and orphans, he pointed out a score of reasons why the captain should consent, and wound up with a glowing picture of Miss Drewitt as the heiress of the wealthiest man in Binchester. The captain heard him patiently to an end and then shook his head. "I passed my word," he said, stiffly. Mr. Stobell took his pipe out of his mouth again to offer a little encouragement.
Stobell's hospitals, widows, and orphans, he pointed out a score of reasons why the captain should consent, and wound up with a glowing picture of Miss Drewitt as the heiress of the wealthiest man in Binchester. The captain heard him patiently to an end and then shook his head. "I passed my word," he said, stiffly. Mr. Stobell took his pipe out of his mouth again to offer a little encouragement.
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