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Bosengate felt a sympathetic shuffle passing through all feet; the judge was speaking: "Prisoner, you can either go into the witness box and make your statement on oath, in which case you may be cross-examined on it; or you can make your statement there from the dock, in which case you will not be cross-examined. Which do you elect to do?" "From here, my lord."
The car, returning faster than it had come down that morning, had already passed the outskirt villas, and was breasting the hill to where, among fields and the old trees, Charmleigh lay apart from commoner life. Turning into his drive, Mr. Bosengate thought with a certain surprise: 'I wonder what she does think of!
His little daughter was standing up there with one hand on the banisters. She scrambled on to them and came sliding down, her frock up to her eyes, and her holland knickers to her middle. Mr. Bosengate said mildly: "Well, that's elegant!" "Tea's in the summer-house. Mummy's waiting. Come on!" With her hand in his, Mr.
His appearance on Saturdays was always military, by reason of the route march of his Volunteer Corps in the afternoon. Gentleman Fox, who belonged to the corps too, was also looking square; but that commercial traveller on his other side seemed more louche, and as if surprised in immorality, than ever; only the proximity of Gentleman Fox on the other side kept Mr. Bosengate from shrinking.
"Why did he?" "Can't stand the separation from his wife." She looked at him, gave a low laugh, and said: "Oh dear!" Mr. Bosengate was puzzled. Why did she laugh? He looked round, saw that the children were gone, took his pipe from his mouth, and approached her. "You look very pretty," he said. "Give me a kiss!"
Bosengate wafted her a kiss, knowing he could not be seen. 'Lucky chap! he mused; 'she's a great joy! Up went her arm, down came the blind the house was dark again. He drew a long breath. 'Another ten minutes, he thought, 'then I'll go in and shut up. By Jove!
And the prisoner seemed to look at him, though this, perhaps, was fancy. The Counsel for the prosecution, a little, alert, grey, decided man, above military age, began detailing the circumstances of the crime. Mr. Bosengate, though not particularly sensitive to atmosphere, could perceive a sort of current running through the Court.
'Full of d -d misery! Filing into the jury box next morning, Mr. Bosengate collided slightly with a short juryman, whose square figure and square head of stiff yellow-red hair he had only vaguely noticed the day before. The man looked angry, and Mr. Bosengate thought: 'An ill-bred dog, that! He sat down quickly, and, to avoid further recognition of his fellows, gazed in front of him.
Missed his wife pretty excuse! Indecent, I call it!" The speaker was the little wire-haired man; and emotion, deep and angry, stirred in Mr. Bosengate. That ill-bred little cur! He gripped the edge of the table with both hands. "I think it's d -d natural!" he muttered. But almost before the words had left his lips he felt dismay.
Henry Bosengate, of the London Stock Exchange, seated himself in his car that morning during the great war with a sense of injury.
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