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He'll kill himself, rushing round the world like this." "Not at all; I'm pretty tough," said Smith. "Now, old fellow, what is the best you can do for me?" "Go and get your things on, Jack," said Mrs. Daventry practically. "You can take Mr. Smith down to the harbour and get what he wants. I'll see about the bath and the breakfast, and I am sure Miss Bunce will help; I won't disturb the servants.
Two to one's too bad; but that ragged chap come out at young Phil, and my word, he did give it him well. Are you much hurt, my lad?" "No, not much, Mr Bunce," I said, staring at him in rather a confused way. "Here, I'll get some water," he said; and he went and dipped a pailful. "Bathe your face in that." I did so, and felt clearer and refreshed directly. "Go on," he said; "keep it up.
"Oh! it's nothing," said the precentor, shutting up the book and then opening it again as he saw the delightfully imploring look of his old friend Bunce. Oh, Bunce, Bunce, Bunce, I fear that after all thou art but a flatterer. "Well, I'll just finish it then; it's a favourite little bit of Bishop's; and then, Mr Bold, we'll have a stroll and a chat till Eleanor comes in and gives us tea."
I stood and see'd un from the top of the kitchen stairs. 'You might have opened the door for him, Mrs Bunce. 'Indeed then I never thought of it, miss, seeing the house so empty and the like. Clara said that it did not signify; and then, after an hour of composure, she walked back across the park to the cottage. 'Well? said Mrs Askerton as soon as Clara was inside the drawing-room.
Didn't know you were married, old boy," he whispered, taking Smith by the arm. "Hush!" said Smith anxiously, hoping that Margaret Bunce had not caught the words. Mr. Daventry led them into his dining-room, turned on the lights, and looked inquiringly at his visitors. The girl was already unpinning her low cloth hat. "Why, what on earth !" exclaimed Mr.
She was a kindly good motherly soul, whose husband was a journeyman law-stationer, and who kept a very decent house in Great Marlborough Street. Here Phineas had lodged since he had been in London, and was a great favourite. "God bless my soul, Mr. Phineas," said she, "only think of your being a member of Parliament!" "Yes, I'm a member of Parliament, Mrs. Bunce."
'Yea, in arms and sports. They must be learnt I know, but a noble needs booklore too, said the boy. 'Cannot this same hermit help me? Sir Lancelot Simon Bunce interrupted sharply. 'Sir Lancelot knows nought of the hermit! He is he is a holy man. 'A priest, broke in Dolly, 'a priest! 'No such thing, dame, no clerk at all, I tell thee. And ye lads had best not molest him!
"Sounds simple, don't it?" said Smith, as Mr. Daventry looked from one to the other in amazement. "But I don't understand mid-ocean an aeroplane? Mary," he added to a lady in a dressing-gown who had just entered, "come and listen to this. You know Charley Smith? Miss Miss " "Margaret Bunce," said the girl, rising. "My wife. Now, let us all sit down and see if we can make this out.
Sam'l Bunce!" it was only the man who turned his head, waving his hand as if in reply to a belated farewell. The parson swung round in time to see Melchard snatch the handkerchief from the ostler's hand. Feeling the clergyman's eyes upon him, he muttered: "Looks like one of mine," and ran the hem quickly through his fingers, prying into the corners.
And he has a mind; I wish you could hear one of his lectures; he speaks in just the same easy running way, and constantly says things one would be glad to remember. They don't understand him, Bower, and Bunce, and the others; they don't feel his words as they ought to. I'm afraid he'll only have two or three when he begins again. Mrs. Grail turned presently to a different topic.
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