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Leaving London by an afternoon train, he reached Boisingham about half-past six, and in pursuance of an arrangement already made, went to dine with the Quests.
He had been recommended by some travelled individual in Boisingham to a certain lodging near Liverpool Street Station, which he found with the help of a friendly porter. Thence he set out for the Exhibition, but, being of a prudent mind, thought that he would do well to save his money and walk the distance.
"Great heavens!" he said, "this woman will destroy me. What a devil! And she'd be as good as her word unless I found her the money. I must go up to town at once. I wonder how she got that idea into her head. It makes me shudder to think of her in Boisingham," and he dropped his face upon his hands and groaned in the bitterness of his heart.
Quest at Boisingham, and wait for an answer. And look here, mind you are about the place at eleven o'clock, for I expect Mr. Quest to see me about the Moat Farm." "Yis, Squire." "I suppose that you have heard nothing more from Janter, have you?" "No, Squire, nawthing. He means to git the place at his own price or chuck it." "And what is his price?" "Five shillings an acre.
On the contrary, the longer he was away from her the more his passion grew, and with it a vigorous undergrowth of jealousy. He had, it is true, Ida's implied promise that she would marry him if he chose to ask her, but on this he put no great reliance. Hence his hurry to return to Boisingham.
You tell him that I won't stand it; you tell him that if he don't find a 'thou. pretty quick I'll let him know the reason why." "I don't quite understand, marm," said George; "there's a lady down in Boisingham as is the real Mrs. Quest." "It's a lie!" she shrieked, "it's a lie! He married me before he married her.
I believe Janter threw up the farm because of his quarrelling with George. Well, I suppose we must take our chance." Meanwhile George had mounted his cart and departed upon the road to Boisingham, urging his fat pony along as though he meant to be there in twenty minutes.
Quest's office, that, as all the Boisingham world knows, was just opposite the church, of which Mr. Quest was one of the churchwardens, and which but two years before was beautifully restored, mainly owing to his efforts and generous contributions. Driving up to the small and quiet-looking doorway of a very unpretentious building, George descended and knocked.
And so it came to pass that he fell deeply and yet more deeply in love with Ida, and that as he did so his connection with Mrs. And now, as he drove leisurely back to Boisingham, he felt that he had imperilled all his hopes by a rash indulgence in his trading instincts. Presently the road took a turn and a sight was revealed that did not tend to improve his already irritable mood.
However, nobody can tell, and it is a long while ago." "A long while ago or not I mean to let him know my opinion of him when I get back to Boisingham," said Edward viciously. "By Jove! it's twenty minutes past six, and in this establishment we dine at the pleasant hour of half-past. Won't you come and wash your hands." Mr.
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