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Updated: May 17, 2025
'It is four miles to the nearest telegraph station, but I dare say one of the sentinels would walk there for a consideration. 'No use, said Merton. 'I should need to wire in a cipher, when I come to think of it, and cipher I have none. I must go as early as I can to- morrow. Let us consult Bradshaw. They entered the house. Merton had a Bradshaw in his dressing-bag.
Bradshaw. "Croaker! It's his own business, ain't it? And he knows best, don't he? What's it got to do with you?" She patted Mr. Kemp's hand; Mr. Kemp patted back, and with his disengaged hand helped himself to a glass of beer the fourth and beamed in a friendly fashion upon the company. "George!" he said, suddenly. "Yes," said Mr. Wright, in a harsh voice.
Clement had the power of looking steadily into another person's eyes in a way that was by no means encouraging to curiosity or favorable to the process of cross-examination. Mr. Bradshaw was not disposed to press his question in the face of the calm, repressive look the young man gave him. "If he was n't bagged, I shouldn't like the shape of things any too well," he said to himself.
Bradshaw and Miss Badlam, and of the arrangements she made for herself as the reporter of the occasion. She then repeated to him, in her own way, that part of the conversation which has been already laid before the reader. There is no need of going over the whole of this again in Kitty's version, but we may fit what followed into the joints of what has been already told.
Bradshaw declares that he had never enjoyed a run more than he did on this occasion. A brisk wind was blowing behind them, they found there was more downhill than up, the road was absolutely clear, and they were able to take the declines at a pace which took the sting out of the ascents."
"Come, younker, let you and I have a glass cosy together," said Jerry to the midshipman, who, frightened at what was going on, moved his chair a little further from Jerry, and then looked first at him and then at the captain. "Oh, pray take a glass with the young gentleman," said Captain Bradshaw, with mock politeness.
But he must pass through London, and to do this must travel the whole way between the Northern and Western railway-stations. And the trains would not fit. He studied his Bradshaw for an entire morning and found that they would not fit. "Where am I to spend the hour and a quarter?" he asked his sister, mournfully. "And there would be four journeys, going and coming, four separate journeys!"
Bradshaw considered himself far more than his match, in all probability, in social accomplishments. He expected, therefore, a certain amount of reflex credit for bringing such a fine young fellow in his company, and a second instalment of reputation from outshining him in conversation. This was rather nice calculating, but Murray Bradshaw always calculated.
I am sure you have, because I have so often thought about it myself. And yet I never dared to speak out my fear, because that seemed giving it a shape. And now Mr Bradshaw has put all to rights.
Put your little fingers on the seams of your pantaloons that way. Now stand just so." The poor man looked as miserable as if put in a strait-jacket, but tried to literally obey instructions. "Now, what's your name?" Si asked the next tall est man. "Simeon Wheelwright." "Wheelwright, you stand behind Bradshaw, just as he does."
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