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He is just going to play, you see; it is sure to be another hot game, and an interesting one." "Well, I think I will go," Mark said; "the heat of the room has given me a bit of a headache. I will see you tomorrow, Dick." "Good night, old man," Chetwynd said; and, shaking hands with Boldero, Mark went downstairs immediately after Cotter.
Till Boldero entered. "I should like you to come downstairs and drink a cup of tea," he said. He was a marvel of tact and good nature. "My wife is unfortunately not here, and the house is rather at sixes and sevens; but I have sent out for some tea." She followed him downstairs into the parlour. He poured out a cup of tea. "I was forgetting," she said. "I am forbidden tea. I mustn't drink it."
Till Boldero did a nice business in the Five Towns, and in other centres near Manchester, by selling silver-ware second-hand, or nominally second hand, to persons who wished to make presents to other persons or to themselves. He would send anything by post on approval. Occasionally he came to the Five Towns, and he had once, several years before, met Constance. They had talked.
Before beginning Geoffrey went to a trough, into which a jet of water was constantly falling from a small pipe, bathed his head and face, and took a long drink. "We may be thankful," the sailor, who had already told him that his name was Stephen Boldero, said, "that someone in the old times laid on that water.
There's not what you understand by a drink in it. Let's get out of the accursed hole." He dragged me almost by force into the drawing-room, where he entertained me courteously. It was curious to observe how his manner changed in I have to use the Boldero jargon in the different atmosphere. In its flavour, said he, lurked the mystery of strange and barbaric names.
This has been done by two strangers, men of a nation which I have been taught to regard as an enemy. It seems to me that no words that I can speak could tell you even faintly what I feel, and it is God alone who can reward you for what you have done." Leaving Boldero the Spaniard and his daughter went to the stern, where Geoffrey was standing at the helm.
He made some peculiar motions, but Tom could not understand them. They looked for some means by which they could mount to the decks of the Boldero, but none was visible. It was like trying to scale a fifty-foot smooth steel wall. There was no place for a foothold. Again the sailor made some peculiar motions, and the lad puzzled over them.
"Old friend, where have you been all this time?" he said at last, "I had thought you dead, and have grieved sorely for you." "I have had some narrow escapes," Stephen said; "but you know I am tough. I am worth a good many dead men yet." "Delores, Senor Mendez, you both remember Stephen Boldero?" Geoffrey said, turning to them.
Doria, I say, with beaver cocked and plumes ruffled, intent on striking terror into the heart of Wittekind, presented herself in the outer office and sent in her card. At the name of Mrs. Adrian Boldero, doors flew open, and Doria marched straight away into Wittekind's comfortably furnished private room.
Geoffrey looked at him with some surprise, and saw that the muscles of his face were twitching, and that he was much agitated. As he looked at him remembrance suddenly flashed upon him, and he sprang to his feet. "Stephen Boldero!" he exclaimed. "Ay, ay, Geoffrey, it is me." For a time the men stood with their right hands clasped and the left on each other's shoulders.
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