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Her hand was on the arm of her chair. He covered it with his own. "I'll leave it for you, Portia. You are my good angel." She withdrew the hand quickly, but there was no more than playful resentment in her retort. "Shame on you!" she scoffed. "What would Miss Brentwood say?" "I wish you would leave her out of it," he frowned.
The story beneath a series of smaller headlines began: "At the very moment 9:05 o'clock this morning when Celia Hunt, maid in the Tracey Miles home in the Brentwood district of Hamilton, was screaming the news of her discovery of the dead body of Dexter Sprague, New York motion picture director, in what is known as the 'trophy room, Miss Polly Beale and Mr.
Brentwood and Ingatestone, and even Chelmsford itself, have very little to be said of them, but that they are large thoroughfare towns, full of good inns, and chiefly maintained by the excessive multitude of carriers and passengers which are constantly passing this way to London with droves of cattle, provisions, and manufactures for London.
Cecil Burleigh had spent two days of her absence at Abbotsmead, and that he had only left in the morning. To this information her grandfather added that he had seen in his time unsuccessful lovers, more dejected. Bessie laughed and blushed, and said she was glad to hear he was in good spirits; and this was their first and last allusion to the crowning episode of her visit to Brentwood.
"Evidently Halbert and the Doctor have found themselves there during their ride, and are keeping him and Mrs. Hawker company. They will all three be over to-morrow morning, depend on it." "What a really good fellow that Halbert is," said Captain Brentwood. "One of the best companions I ever met. I wish his spirits would improve with his health.
The enemy's line of communications stretched now from the Wash to London, and between Brentwood and London there were more Germans than English.
Perhaps she wasn't well enough to start!" gasped mother, putting her pencil in place. Miss Brentwood left to-night at nine-fifteen on express number ten, car Alicia lower berth number eight. Please let me know if she arrives safely. "Now isn't that thoughtful of him!" he said, as he hung up the receiver. "He must have sensed we wanted to send her word, and now we can do it!"
Sincerely and gratefully, ROSE BONNER BRENTWOOD. "It couldn't be improved on," declared Mother, beamingly. "It's just what I'd have wanted her to say if I'd been planning it all out, only more so!" "It's all right!" said Father, excitedly, "but that's one thing we forgot. We'd ought to have sent her word we would meet her at the station, and what time the train left Grant's Junction, and all!
When the ladies reached Minster Court only Mr. Cecil Burleigh had arrived there. Lady Angleby was impatient to hear some private details of the canvass, and took her nephew aside to talk of it. Mr. Laurence Fairfax began to ask Bessie how long she was to stay at Brentwood.
Brentwood stands on that fine and wealthy slope of country one of the richest in Scotland which lies between the Pentland Hills and the Firth.
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