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I do not send you an account of weddings, births, and burials, as I take it for granted that you know them all from the English printed papers; some of which, I presume, are sent after you. Your old acquaintance, Lord Essex, is to be married this week to Harriet Bladen, who has L20,000 down, besides the reasonable expectation of as much at the death of her father.
That notable man of business, Jonathan Crenshaw and this superiority was especially evident when the business chanced to be his own was closeted in the library with a stranger to whom rumor fixed the name of Bladen, supposing him to be the legal representative of certain remote connections of the old general's.
BLADEN then rose up, and spoke to the following purport: Sir, if zeal were any security against errour, I should not willingly oppose the honourable gentleman who has now declared his sentiments; and declared them with such ardour, as can hardly be produced but by sincerity; and of whom, therefore, it cannot be doubted, that he has delivered his real opinion; that he fears from the measures which he censures, very great calamities; that he thinks the publick tranquillity in danger; and believes that his duty to his country obliged him to speak on this occasion with unusual vehemence.
"Until this man Murrell appeared you had no trouble with Bladen? He was content that you should keep the child your right to Hannibal was never challenged?" "Never, sir. All my troubles began about that time." "Murrell belongs in these parts," said the judge. "I'd admire fo' to meet him," said Yancy quietly. The judge grinned. "I place my professional services at your disposal," he said.
And his father Bladen Scarborough's boast had been that he never took a "dose of drugs" in his life, and for at least seventy of his seventy-nine years he had been "on the jump" daily from long before dawn until long after sundown. Now he was content to sit in his arm-chair and, with no more vigorous protest than a frown and a growl, to swallow the despised drugs.
And the trunk and the box were brought down, and there was a slight odour of black kid gloves in the parlour. "Have you baited, Bladen?" asked she. "Yes'm," said he, assuringly. Bladen and Mr.
Later, an instinctive conviction regarding the young person with Mr. Bladen sent the hot blood into his cheek, and he returned to the pension in such a miserable state of mind that Miss Byng was alarmed and advised him to conquer his homesickness at once. Another impression was equally vivid. One Saturday morning, feeling lonely, his wanderings about the city brought him to the Gare St. Lazare.
Bladen, and Hastings replying to her general question, the entente cordiale was established, and Susie and her mother extended a protectorate over what was clearly neutral territory. "Mr. Hastings, you must not desert the pension every evening as Mr. Bladen does. Paris is an awful place for young gentlemen, and Mr. Bladen is a horrid cynic." Mr. Bladen looked gratified.
When Yancy reached the Cross Roads, Crenshaw gave him a disquieting opinion as to the probable contents of his letter, for he himself had heard from Bladen that he had decided to assume the care of the boy. "So you reckon it was that " said Yancy, with a deep breath. "It's a blame outrage, Bob, fo' him to act like this!" said the merchant with heat.
Mrs. Maddack opened the door with a tragic gesture. "Bladen," she called in a loud voice to the driver of the waggonette, who was standing on the pavement. "Yes'm." "It was Pember drove Miss Sophia yesterday, wasn't it?" "Yes'm." She hesitated. A clumsy question might enlighten a member of the class which ought never to be enlightened about one's private affairs.
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